Smelly Milana / Poo19 - I became Lisas toilet again

As I stood barefoot and panting in the kitchen, the sweet aroma of fresh poop filled my nostrils. Lisas ass looked incredibly plump and juicy, covered in a thin layer of sweat and stink. My cock twitched excitedly as I anticipated what was to come. The girls didn't seem to mind my presence; they were too focused on their business at hand. Karina shifted slightly on her seat, groaning as she emptied her bowels into the funnel, her massive turd sliding smoothly down the tube.

Lisa, on the other hand, was struggling to hold it in. Her face contorted into an expression of pure discomfort as she grunted and strained to push out the thick, gooey mass coating her insides. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed through the room as her shapely cheeks hollowed out, revealing the true depth of her rectum. Finally, with a satisfied sigh, Lisa released her load into the funnel, her eyes locked onto mine as she let out a contented sigh.

Karina chuckled, wiping the sweat from her brow as she rose from the chair. "Well, well, it seems our little toilet slave has returned just in time." She stepped aside, revealing the feces-covered funnel connecting to the tank. Without hesitation, I knelt down and inserted my face into the brown mess, inhaling deeply of its potent aroma. The texture was soft yet gooey against my tongue, coating my whole mouth in their filth.

Both girls watched as I began to lap up every last drop of their waste, my nose buried deep in the funnel. A wave of intense pleasure washed over me as I tasted their unique blends of sweat, poop, and ass juices. And as I cleaned the funnel, I could feel their approval radiating towards me, their stares full of desire and anticipation.

As the girls headed to the bathroom, they threw me another suggestive glance over their shoulders. I followed them with my eyes, my heart pounding in excitement at what I knew was coming next. They didn't have to tell me; I could feel it in the air, thick and heavy with possibility. And as I waited anxiously for them to return, all I could think about was serving these beautiful girls in any way they desired.

When they finally emerged from the bathroom, they were wearing nothing but heels and smiles. Their bodies glistened with sweat, their asses glowing under the dim light of the kitchen. Without saying a word, they sat down on the two barstools facing me, their legs spread wide apart. And before I could even react, they both leaned forward, presenting their perfect rounded cheeks to me. My tongue shot out like a whip, diving deep into their soft fleshy crevices, cleaning out every last bit of residual waste.

As I lapped up their juices, I could feel my cock throbbing against my leg, desperate for attention. But it was clear they were in no hurry; tonight was all about pleasure, both theirs and mine. And so I continued to service them, taking my time to savor every last drop of their sweet nectar. And as the night wore on, we sank deeper into our depraved delights, lost in a world where nothing else mattered but the intoxicating scent and taste of freshly shat asses.