Carla Santos - Get Date Ready On TOILET

Uffe, there's no time to lose. I should be rushing out to see my date but I've got barely any time left. Ugh I still got to fix my make up and now I need to go to the toilet as well, how will I manage? In my neon pink high heels, sexy vinyl skirt and my make up in hand, I'll simply touch up the make up on the toilet and get ready as the plops come out and ugh... What a stinky smell, I'm glad I stopped before I ran out, I wouldn't want to stink up my date!

I quickly sit down on the toilet, my bare legs splayed out in front of me. I'm not worried about anyone walking in on me here, I'm used to this kind of privacy. My date is at a fancy restaurant, they'd never suspect their punk rock dream girl is actually a little scat freak like me. But I don't mind, I love the rush of adrenaline when I get to let go on the toilet. It makes me feel so much more alive, and my date thinks I'm just a normal girl, soaking it all in.

As I start applying the last bit of mascara to my already dark lashes, a little noise escapes from my lips. A little moan of pleasure mixed with relief. Oh, how dirty I am. And yet, there's something incredibly arousing about it. The smell of my own feces fills the air, mixing with the slightly bitter scent of pee. It's not unpleasant, it actually makes me feel turned on. And as I absentmindedly play with my clit through my skirt, the familiar tingling sensation starts in my loins. Oh, this is going to be a good night.

I take one last look in the mirror, adjusting my skirt and fixing a few stray hairs. Perfect. My date doesn't know it yet, but when I stand up from that toilet, he's going to have the time of his life. And so will I, as I let all my filth spill out for him to see.

Slowly, I stand up, feeling the weight of my full bladder. Jesus, I really had to go. But it's worth it, just to see the look on his face when he catches a glimpse of what I've been doing in here. With a small push, I send a stream of piss splashing into the toilet bowl. There's something so recklessly erotic about peeing in front of someone else, knowing that they can see every drop filling up the bowl. And as I start to feel that familiar itch between my legs, I know what comes next.

I lean down, my skirt riding up just a bit, and start to push. The first few grunts escape me as I try to hold back the urge to moan. Oh baby, I can feel it all now. My pussy, my asshole, everything is stretched and full of warmth. I push a little harder, feeling the wetness spread beneath me. And then, finally, I let go. The feeling of release is overwhelming, and I moan out loud, not caring who hears me. As my shit plops into the water below, I feel a rush of adrenaline and arousal unlike anything else. And when I'm finally finished, I stand up, sticky and smiling, ready to face my date – and whatever twisted fun awaits us next.