Smelly Milana / Poo19 - I feel female shits warmth by skin

Smelly Milana / Poo19 - I feel female shits warmth by skin Toilet Slavery, Smelly Milana / Poo19 I lay on the cold stone floor, my body tingling with anticipation as the beautiful Mistresses Victoria and Christina approached. They stood over me, their perfect asses inches from my face, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. After all, being used as a living toilet by these stunning women was my ultimate fantasy. Mistress Victoria leaned down and whispered in my ear, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Today," she purred, "you will feel the warmth of our shit on your skin." My heart raced as I nodded eagerly, ready to submit to their every command. Christina then stepped forward, her hand resting on her full, round ass. "Open your mouth," she commanded. I obeyed immediately, my tongue darting out to await her instructions. With a smirk, she lowered her gorgeous ass towards my face, the delicious scent of her body wash and her farts filling my nostrils. "Suck," she commanded, and I drew in a deep breath through my nose, inhaling the powerful aroma of her poo and farts, and then exhaled slowly as I opened my mouth and wrapped it tightly around her anus. She pushed gently, and I felt the warm, soft weight of her shit press against my lips. I opened my mouth wider to accept this wonderful treat. Next, it was Mistress Victoria's turn. She squatted above me, her gorgeous ass hovering inches above my face. "Please," I begged, unable to contain my desire. "Shit on me," I pleaded, my voice trembling with anticipation. She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes, and lowered herself onto my face. I felt her hot, steaming shit press against my skin, and I shivered with excitement. It was a feeling unlike any other - the warmth, the weight, the softness of her shit against my skin was simply divine. I reached up to touch it, running my fingers through the thick, warm mass as it spread itself over my chest. As I lay there, basking in the warmth of their shit, I realized that this was what I had been longing for - to feel the intimacy and connection of another human being's waste flowing through my body. It was a sensation beyond words, one that filled me with a sense of completeness and fulfillment. Finally, they stood up and stepped back, allowing me to catch my breath and savor the moment. Their beautiful faces looked down upon me, their eyes filled with pride and satisfaction. They had given me the ultimate gift - the gift of their shit, the warmth of their bodies, and the indescribable pleasure of being used as their living toilet. As I lay there, basking in the afterglow of our encounter, I couldn't help but wonder when I would get to experience this amazing feeling again. But for now, the warmth of their shit seeped into my skin, reminding me of the incredible power and joy of toilet slavery.