Amydirty - I masturbate on my mountain of shit

Amydirty is a lady with a unique fetish; she derives intense pleasure from both shitting and masturbating. On this particular occasion, she feels an uncontrollable urge to relieve herself after holding it in for two whole days. She finds herself in a cramped space, with no choice but to lie down against the wall and lift her legs up to allow the massive mountain of shit to come out.

The moment the first chunk of shit hits the ground, Amydirty can't contain her excitement. The overwhelming smell of her own feces fills the air, making her heart race and her pussy tingle. It's almost as if she's in a trance, unable to resist the powerful mix of shame and arousal that's coursing through her body.

As she continues to empty her bowels, her hands instinctively wander down towards her wet panties. She starts rubbing her clit, feeling the hot rush of pleasure spread through her pelvis and up into her core. The sight of her own shit-covered hand moving rhythmically across her swollen pussy lips sends shivers down her spine. It's an experience unlike anything she's ever felt before.

The more Amydirty masturbates, the more turned-on she gets by the messy spectacle unfolding in front of her. Every time she looks down and sees a fresh deposit of her own feces covered in a fine sheen of sweat, it only serves to heighten her arousal. The stench is overwhelmingly powerful now, but she finds herself craving more of it, like an addictive drug.

She sinks deeper into her depravity, lost in a world of filth and orgasmic bliss. As her climax approaches, she feels every muscle in her body tensing up in anticipation. The walls of her pussy squeeze tight around her finger, and then suddenly, she erupts. A high-pitched moan escapes her lips as wave after wave of ecstasy crash over her. She's never felt so dirty, so alive at the same time.

When it's finally over, Amydirty collapses back against the wall, panting heavily. Her body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her only thought is of the incredible rush she just experienced. Was it wrong? She didn't care. All that mattered was the intense pleasure she derived from defiling herself with her own filth. She couldn't wait to do it all over again.