PooAlina - Real Monster-shit in mouth from Alina

On a rainy morning, Alina walked into my room carrying a huge pile of shit. I couldn't believe my eyes. We had agreed that she would fill my toilet with her fresh, juicy poop every weekend since I had developed a strong fascination for scat fetish.

I asked her, nervously, "Is it going to be liquid or hard, Alina?" She smiled mischievously and replied, "It'll be hard, Den. I haven't taken a shit in three days now, and I'm bursting. My grandma's cooking has always made me eat a lot, and on holidays, it's even worse. She tries to fatten me up, saying that I'm too thin." With those words, a warm wave of excitement washed over me. I couldn't wait to see her insides filled with a massive turd.

Alina lit up a cigarette, inhaling deeply. She exhaled slowly, her eyes closed in bliss. She explained that she needed the buzz to ease herself into the toilet. She was tense and nervous, but the thought of satisfying my fetish was getting her through it. The smell of cigarette smoke hung heavily in the air as we prepared for the main event.

I moved closer to watch as Alina positioned herself on the toilet seat. Her ass was tightly clenched, ready to unload the monster that had been festering inside her for days. Suddenly, the first hard lump emerged from her anus. It was followed by a second, then a third, each one bigger than the last. Alina groaned and moaned as the turd finally began to escape from her body.

Each burst of her ass was accompanied by a loud gasp that echoed through the room. The smell was overpowering; it was the most pungent, exotic shit I had ever experienced. I couldn't help but inhale deeply, reveling in the stench that filled my nostrils. As I watched, Alina cupped her hands underneath her ass and collected the giant turd. She rubbed it all over her hands, smearing it across her skin. The look of pure ecstasy on her face was enough to make my cock harden.

Alina continued to extract piece after piece of shit from her ass, forming a pile on the floor. She giggled as she massaged the last remaining turd from her rectum, sighing in relief when it finally slipped out. With her whole ass empty, she stood up and turned around, exposing her perfect ass to me. I couldn't resist taking a taste; the salty, fecal flavor of her shit was addicting.

In a daze, I reached out and helped Alina clean herself up. She was covered in her own shit, and it was turning me on even more. Together, we scrubbed her clean, giggling and sharing dirty jokes along the way. As we finished, Alina sat down on my lap, her sweaty body pressed against mine. We kissed passionately, our tongues dancing in the filth of her ass.

That day, Alina became my toilet queen, and I her devoted servant. We continued our scat fetish journey together, exploring new depths of depravity. Every Saturday morning, Alina would arrive with a fresh pile of monster shit, ready to please me and satisfy our carnal desires. And every time, it would be better than the last.