Tasteys Treasures - Another meal

"Oh my, Tastey, you've really outdone yourself this time!" I exclaimed, my mouth watering at the sight of your corn-embedded poo. It looked so fresh and delicious that I couldn't help but feel my stomach rumble in anticipation. "You know I'll never be able to resist eating every last drop of your creations," I confessed, a small smile playing on my lips as I approached you.

You were sitting on the floor, your legs spread slightly as you clutched your perfect round ass cheeks. Your face was flushed, and there was a small sheen of sweat on your forehead as the effort of pushing out your meal had taken its toll. But despite the discomfort, you couldn't hide the sense of satisfaction that radiated from you.

I couldn't wait any longer; my hunger for your creations was too strong. I knelt down between your legs, my face drawing close to the scent of your warm, fresh poo. It was intoxicating, almost like a drug that I couldn't resist. I leaned in closer and took a big mouthful from the center of your poo, feeling the cool corn against my tongue before it mixed with the warm, viscous mass that coated my mouth.

I chewed carefully, savoring the unique flavor that only your faeces could provide. As I swallowed, I looked up at you, admiring the way your eyes shone with pride at the sight of me consuming your work. "You're the best," I murmured, my voice slightly muffled by the taste of your poo still lingering on my tongue.

You chuckled softly, running your fingers through my hair. "I know, baby," you whispered, your voice husky with desire. "Now why don't you finish off the rest of my meal? I know you won't be able to resist it."

I nodded eagerly, diving back into your poo with renewed vigor. This time, I focused on the outer edges, savoring the taste of the fresh corn and the tang of your juices before working my way back to the center where it was warmest. With each bite, I felt myself growing more and more aroused, the act of devouring your poo igniting a deep-seated desire within me.

As I finished off the last of your meal, I looked up at you, feeling a rush of satisfaction course through my veins. You were breathing heavily now, your eyes half-closed as you watched me lick my lips clean. "That was incredible," I whispered, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your soft, sweet-smelling lips.

You smiled, your fingers tracing gentle patterns across my back. "I knew you'd enjoy it," you murmured, a touch of playfulness in your voice. "But don't you think it's time for my turn?"