Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom - Shitted beard 🎅🏻

I've been waiting for Santa Claus for a few days, eagerly anticipating his arrival. Today, I enter my office, and there he is! How nice! But then... wait... something feels off. Something isn't quite right. As I get a closer look, I realize it's because this isn't the real Santa Claus! This is some bum who has sneaked into my office, hoping to steal away some of my Christmas cheer. I can't believe it!

But that's not the worst part. The absolute worst part is that this imposter is currently on his knees, sniffing around my shoes! He thinks he can just get away with such a pathetic attempt at disguising himself as Santa Claus? Well, I'm going to have to teach him a lesson. Where are my presents, you miscreant?! And more importantly, where is your Santa Claus beard?!

I decide that I'm going to make him earn his Santa Claus beard. And the only way to do that is by shitting on his face! My perfect, pale, cheek-warming shit will make him a real Santa Claus. I'll make sure to spread it around well, smearing the shit into a shimmering red mess that will look just like a real Santa Claus beard. This is going to be perfect!

As I undo my trousers and start to squat over him, I can't help but feel a little bit of mischievous glee. This will be a Christmas he'll never forget! I let out a small grunt as I feel my warm, steaming load entering his waiting mouth. He better enjoy it, because he's going to be eating plenty more of this poo-filled goodness in the coming moments. The smell is already filling the room, a heady mixture of Christmas spirit and human waste.

I can't help but glance down at him as I relieve myself. His face is already covered in a thin layer of my shit, but I know I can do better. I take my time, grunting and groaning as I force my heavy turds out of my ass and onto his waiting mouth. This is going to be quite the present, indeed. It feels incredible, hot and heavy in my gut, but even better as it slides down my throat on its way to being evacuated once again. And then, there it is—the moment I've been waiting for. I feel the warm, thick stream of my diarrhea blasting into his mouth, coating his tongue and filling his stomach with hot, stinking poo. He chokes and coughs, unable to believe what he's experiencing, but there's more where that came from. Much, much more.

As I continue to dump massive loads of shit into his mouth, I begin to shape it into the perfect Santa Claus beard. I smear it around his face, peppering his cheeks and chin with globs of hot, steaming feces. I can just imagine how it will look when it dries, how happy he'll be to have this incredible, genuine gift from the real Santa Claus! This is going to be a Christmas he'll never forget, and neither will I!