Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Crapping on the bench

The slave trembled as they approached, his gaze forced down to the ground in submission. Milana removed his gag and smiled cruelly, "Tonight, my pet, you are going to play a very special game with us." Her fingers trailed sensually down his chin before she slapped him hard across the face, drawing blood. "Understand?" he whimpered. Poo19 nodded eagerly, her crimson hair bouncing as she walked around the slave. "That's right, slave," she purred, running her hands over her slim hips. "We want you to clean our feet properly." With that, the girls spread out on the bench, taking off their heels and tossing them casually towards the trembling slave. He scrambled to obey, kneeling before them and gently caressing their supple feet with his tongue. The girls moaned in approval, their eyes never leaving the slave's every move. After what seemed like an eternity, Milana rose from the bench, her long legs encased in black lace stockings. "Your time has come, slave," she hissed, her voice dripping with anticipation. Poo19 giggled excitedly, her emerald green eyes gleaming in the dim light. The slave shivered as Milana positioned herself over a small wooden bench. She lifted up her black mini-skirt, revealing her moon-shaped behind. "Eat it," she ordered coldly. The slave nodded, grasping the hem of her skirt and pulling it up to expose Milana's puckered little hole. His nose filled with the intoxicating scent of her ass. He leaned forward, breathing in deeply before parting his lips and closing his eyes. With a thud, the first spoonful of hot shit landed on his tongue. It was a mixture of her meal from the restaurant and her own personal juices. He swallowed eagerly, unable to resist the strange Earthy flavor that had become his ultimate pleasure. The girls giggled as they watched the slave clean their asses with such fervor, knowing full well that it was not something most people would find attractive. With equal zeal, the slave moved on to Poo19's ass, savoring every bite of her rich, creamy feces. As he licked and sucked their asses clean, the girls' moans grew louder, their pleasure evident on their faces. It was clear that they had found their ultimate plaything in this helpless slave who found solace in their filth. At last, the girls rose from the bench, satisfied with their playthings. The slave remained on his knees, head bowed in humiliation yet gratitude. He could still taste them on his tongue, the tangy sweetness of their feces lingering in the back of his throat. As he looked up, he saw Milana grin cruelly before sauntering off with Poo19 into the night. He remained on his knees, alone and content, waiting for their next visit.