Scat Goddess Amanda - Dirty Floral Thong Poop

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Scat Goddess Amanda, a woman of extraordinary beauty with a penchant for the dark and dirty. One of her favorite pastimes is to wear dirty underwear until it's absolutely soaked in her filth, then masturbate while imagining you wearing and smelling it. And today's tale is no exception. Dressed in a floral thong that's been worn far too long, Amanda eagerly anticipates sharing her horrid secret with you.

As she climbs into frame, her thong clearly visible through her micro skirt, Amanda explains how this garment has become a stinking cesspool of her body's waste. "I have been wearing this floral thong way too long," she confesses with a devilish grin. "It's stained with my pussy juices, discharge, sweat, piss, and shit." With each word, she practically drips with sinister pleasure.

Amanda then begins to unleash her fetid fantasies upon us. She pictures herself stripping off the soiled garment and crudely shoving it deep into her own anus, then wiggling it around until it's wet with fresh feces. Her eyes glint with perverse delight as she describes how she'd next stuff that waste-encrusted thong back into her vagina, rubbing it against her sensitive folds and clitoris until she's moaning uncontrollably. The thought of you finding and wearing this foul object only adds to her twisted ecstasy.

As she continues to masturbate, Amanda's imagination runs wild. She pictures you holding the stained thong up to your nose, inhaling deeply, and getting an intense whiff of her scent. "Just imagine how incredible it would be," she purrs, her fingers working furiously between her legs. "You'd be smelling my pussy and ass scents, feeling the texture of my dirty thong against your skin." Her voice drops to a whispers as she adds, "And knowing that all of this filth belongs to me, to my pussy and ass."

The image is too much for her to bear; Amanda's hips buck wildly as she finally reaches her climax. Her ass clenches and her walls pulse around the imaginary thong, unloading a torrent of repulsive, foul-smelling excrement onto the floor beneath her. Tears of joy streak down her cheeks, mixing with both her own and the thong's nasty residues. And as she comes down from her high, smiling dreamily at the thought of you wearing her filth-soaked garment, she utters one final invitation: "Wear it. Wear my shitty, stinky thong. And remember: it's all for me."