Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Shit-eating machine for 6 girls

The scent of human waste filled the air as Milana, better known by his alias 'Poo19', stood before a row of six toilet stalls. His cock, still covered in remnants of the last girl's shit, twitched eagerly, anticipating the next round of indulgence. Urinal cakes tried in vain to mask the pungent aroma of assorted discharges, but Milana was far from being offended. In fact, it was the opposite - he thrived on it. "Line up, girls," he commanded, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. The women, mascara-stained eyes locked on him, obeyed without question. One by one, they stepped out of their stalls and faced Milana, revealing their soiled underwear and exposed cunts. He couldn't help but shiver with excitement as he watched the filth collecting at the corners of their mouths and the glazed expressions in their eyes. The first girl approached hesitantly but was met with a firm hand on her shoulder pushing her towards the toilet. With a loud squelch, her face disappeared beneath the waist-high porcelain, and Milana could hear her retching as she emptied her stomach into the bowl. The sound of rushing water announced its end, and she emerged, eyes glazed and mouth smeared with shit. It was beautiful. The second girl didn't even get a chance to sink before she was pushed down onto the cold, hard surface of the toilet. As Milana kneeled down in front of her, his cock brushing against her crotch, he wrapped his lips around her anus and gently sucked. She moaned, the sound muffled by the ceramic between them. Milana could feel her muscles tensing as she prepared to empty herself, and he relished in the anticipation. The third girl's turn was much the same, only this time, he swallowed as much of her shit as he could before spitting it out unceremoniously into the waiting crack between the rim of the toilet and the floor. Her insides were warm and slimy against his tongue, and he savored the taste of her. By the time he finished with her, he was in a state of ecstasy. And so it went, Milana moving from girl to girl, tongue pressed against their assholes, cock jutting out from between their legs. He didn't know how long he could keep this up, but he knew he wouldn't stop till every last drop of piss and shit had been swallowed. Though his body ached from constantly kneeling on cold tiles, his heart throbbed with the fervor of one who had truly found their calling. For Milana, this was more than just a fetish - it was a way of life.