Amydirty - Stinking toilet

Amydirty slowly pushed open the stinking, rusty toilet lid, her eyes taking in the revolting sight before her. The bowl was totally broken, with chunks of dried waste clinging to the sides and streaks of urine running down its cracked surface. The stench of rotting feces and piss filled her nostrils, making her nose twitch unpleasantly. But she wasn't here to clean up the mess - oh no. She was here for a very different reason... Gingerly, she reached her hands beneath the filthy waterline and began to explore the rough texture of the porcelain beneath her fingertips. She loved the feel of it against her skin, the gritty sensation that made her shudder with pleasure. And as she started to insert her fingers deeper and deeper into the revolting mess, she couldn't help but moan softly. "Mmmm...," she purred, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. "So disgusting, yet so arousing." Her fingers found their target, and she let out a long, low groan as she felt the hot, sticky glob of shit squelch between them. Slowly, she began to pull her fingers back out of the toilet bowl, savoring the slimy texture and the way it clung to her skin. Her other hand reached down between her legs, already wet with anticipation, and she began to rub her clit furiously. And then, just as she felt herself slipping over the edge into blissful orgasm, she pulled her fingers from the toilet and jammed them into her dripping wet pussy instead. Her hips bucked wildly, and she let out a high-pitched moan of release as a thick stream of hot piss shot out from between her legs and splashed into the disgusting mess below. "Yes!" she cried out, her face contorted with pleasure. "Oh fuck yes!" As she came back down from her orgasmic high, Amydirty leaned forward and pushed her face into the filthy toilet bowl, inhaling the nauseating stench deep into her lungs. It was exhilarating, and she couldn't get enough of it. Shoving her face deeper still, she tried to force herself to gag as she opened her mouth wide, ready to accept whatever disgusting morsels of shit and piss might come flying her way. But none did. Instead, she sat there for a moment, panting heavily, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over her. She wanted more - she needed more. Finally, she reached up and flushed the toilet, sending a torrent of brown water swirling around the stained porcelain. As she watched it drain away, she felt a pang of regret that her little indulgence was over for now. But she knew she'd be back soon enough. After all, there was something about the filth and depravity of it all that just turned her on like nothing else...