She dropped to her knees the second I told her what I wanted. No hesitation, no fake shock. Just that hungry look in her eyes and her tongue already wetting her lips like she’d been waiting for this exact order all night.
“Open your mouth,” I said, standing over her in the dim bathroom light. She did it without a word, tilting her head back, throat exposed, waiting. I pushed my ass toward her face and let go. The first thick log slid out slow and heavy, landing right on her tongue. She moaned around it, the sound low and wet, and started chewing like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I growled, pushing out more. Another piece dropped, softer this time, smearing across her lips and chin. She didn’t flinch. She licked it up, tongue dragging through the mess, swallowing loud and greedy. Her hand was already between her legs, fingers working her clit in fast circles while she ate.
I turned around and grabbed her hair, smearing the shit that clung to my ass across her face. She rubbed her cheeks into it, eyes half-closed, breathing hard through her nose. “More,” she begged, voice thick. “Give me all of it.”
I squatted lower and let the rest come out. It piled onto her tongue in a hot, stinking mound. She gagged once, eyes watering, but kept going, chewing and swallowing like a filthy animal. Shit streaked her tits when she leaned forward to lick my hole clean.
I felt her tongue push inside, scooping out whatever was left, then she sucked on my rim like she was starving for it.
My cock was rock hard and leaking. I jerked it while she ate, watching strings of pre-cum drip onto her shit-covered face. She looked up at me with that wrecked, desperate expression and opened wider, showing me the brown mess still on her tongue before she gulped it down.
“Stand up,” I ordered. She did, shaky on her feet, shit smeared from her mouth down to her belly. I bent her over the sink and shoved my cock straight into her cunt. She was soaked, dripping down her thighs. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds as my hips slapped against her ass. I reached around and fed her my dirty fingers. She sucked them clean, moaning around the taste.
“Tell me how much you love eating my shit,” I said, pounding her harder.
“I fucking love it,” she gasped. “Love the taste, love swallowing it while you fuck me. Use me like your toilet.”
I pulled out and pushed her back to her knees. Another load was coming. I let it out right onto her tits this time, watching the hot shit slide down over her nipples. She rubbed it in with both hands, then licked her palms, eyes locked on mine. I came all over her face while she kept eating, ropes of cum mixing with the mess already there.
She didn’t stop until every bit was gone. When she finally stood, her face and chest were shiny with spit and shit and cum. She kissed me hard, tongue pushing the last traces into my mouth so I could taste what she’d done. We fucked again in the shower after that, slow and messy, her body still stinking of what she’d swallowed for me.
She stayed the night. Every time I had to go, she followed me to the toilet, ready. By morning her stomach was full of me and she couldn’t stop smiling.
