Smelly Milana / Poo19 - You can not watch! Triple use in total darkness

Rumor has it among the elite toilet slaves that the combination of three devastatingly beautiful females in total darkness is a curse only a few have survived. Tonight, Smelly Milana, also known as Poo19, would be tested by three of her closest friends. They arrived at her apartment before dawn and found her huddled over the toilet, her stomach churning from an overindulgence of alcohol and junk food. Yana couldn't bear the thought of making the mess any worse, so she reached out to her girls for help.

The first one to approach the bowel-bound beauty was Amina. She gently but firmly gripped Milana's hair and pulled her head down into the filth. "I want you to taste my shit," she instructed, her voice barely above a whisper in the darkness. Milana's eyes widened in submission as she felt herself being filled with Amina's warm, fecal nectar. It was sweet and rich, just like she remembered from their nights together. Amina continued to fill Milana's mouth with long, slow strokes, taking pleasure in the sounds of her slave's struggles against the onslaught of her excrement.

Next, it was Christina's turn. She kneeled beside Amina and grabbed Milana's face, coating her mouth with a thick, bitter mix of urine and feces. Milana gagged on the strong taste, trying to understand how anyone could find pleasure in such a putrid concoction. But as she swallowed, she felt her body betraying her, responding to the chemical cocktail coursing through it.

As quickly as they had appeared, the girls disappeared, leaving Milana crumpled on the floor, her mouth and throat numb from the abuse. She could only muster the strength to make it to the shower, washing away the remains of their torment. She stood under the hot water, feeling the warmth penetrate her skin, trying to wash away the shame that clung to her like a second skin.

But even as the water ran down her body, she couldn't help but feel aroused by the memories of their night together. The taste of their waste, the smell that clung to her skin, all of it combined to create a sensation she couldn't ignore. As she turned off the shower and stepped out of the bath, she made a promise to herself: she would endure anything to experience this level of depravity again.