Sweet Betty Parlour - Dont buy FLAKES until you see IT!

Welcome to Sweet Betty Parlour, where diversifying one's shitting fetish is our specialty! Here we have a beautiful young mother, Betty, who loves nothing more than presenting her fertile body as a canvas for her own fresh, warm shit. In this particular escapade, Betty has an idea; she decides to combine her intense urge to cover her face in her own excrement with her sweet tooth cravings.

Betty begins by preparing a package of her favorite cereal, carefully removing each bowl and pouring the sweet, crunchy bits into a large bowl. She then fills a separate bowl with warm soapy water and begins to clean herself thoroughly from the inside out. After washing her face and tongue, she dries off with a fluffy towel, her anticipation growing with each passing moment.

Next, Betty strides over to the kitchen counter where she's assembled her ingredients. Slowly and methodically, she spoon-feeds herself the sweet cereal, savoring the taste on her tongue. As she approaches the final bowl, she reaches back and grasps at her own delicious ass cheeks, tearing off a quivering piece of fresh, still steaming shit. She places it on top of the cereal, closing her eyes and inhaling the heady mix of sweet and bitter aromas.

With a sigh of pure pleasure, Betty lowers herself onto a high stool, her face just inches away from the tantalizing concoction she's created. She pushes the bowl closer, the warmth from the shit seeping into her skin. With a sudden gasp, she scoops up a large spoonful of the cereal and the shit mixture, placing it directly in her mouth. The contrast between the sweet, crunchy cereal and the bitter, pungent taste of her own fresh shit is almost too much for her to bear. But she can't stop, she just can't get enough.

Betty continues to eat, feeding herself more of the mixture with each passing moment. Her eager hands discover new ways to tease and taunt her own asshole, causing more and more of her precious poop to ooze out. The more she consumes, the more intense the sensations become. It's as if she's on a rollercoaster, her body spiraling higher and higher with each mouthful of shit and sweetness.

Finally, Betty's stomach can't take any more. She's been backed up with so much shit, it feels like she's about to burst. She leans over the toilet, her eyes rolling back in her head as she prepares herself for the ultimate release. With a loud groan, she empties her pussy and asshole, filling the toilet with a river of hot, sticky feces. As she watches in horror (or perhaps delight?), she realizes that she's gone far beyond her comfort zone. But she doesn't care - because she's never felt so alive in her entire life.