dirty_kitty - I poop outdoor in Germany: Compilation

You arrive at the park, your heart racing with anticipation as you make your way to your favorite spot. This place holds so much meaning for you; it's where you first gave in to your taboo desires. You round the corner, and there it is: the tree stump protruding from the ground. You can almost feel the earthy scent in the air as you approach it. Your eyes take in the familiar sight: the bench, the sparse grass surrounding it, and just beyond that, the tree trunk waiting to receive your offering. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath, your gaze traveling down to the ground below. You slip out of your shoes and socks, feeling the cool grass against your feet. Slowly, you lower yourself onto the bench, feeling the rough wood against your skin. You close your eyes, taking a moment to savor the anticipation coursing through your veins. And then, you stand up again, feeling the rush of adrenaline as you start to unzip your pants. You breathe deeply, the scent of the forest filling your nose as you pull down your pants and step out of your panties. You're already feeling wet between your legs, the thought of Imminent defilement causing a stirring deep in your core. You make your way to the tree trunk, feeling the soft bark against your bare legs. You grip onto the rough bark, using it as leverage as you place a foot on the stump. You lean forward, pressing your body against the cool wood, and let out a soft moan. Your fingers find their way between your wet folds, teasing yourself as you sink deeper into this primitive state of mind. And then, without warning, you release, feeling your hot liquid flow out of you and down onto the ground beneath you. You let out a gasp, your eyes opening wide in shock followed by a rush of excitement. This has always been a private act for you, an intimate communion with your own darkness. But now, with the cool breeze blowing across your naked body, and the sweet smell of your own feces filling your nose, you feel a newfound sense of liberation. You lower yourself down onto the stump, leaning back against the tree trunk. Your fingers dig back into your soiled underwear, pulling them aside just enough to give yourself access to your own filth. You sink into a trance-like state, lost in the sensation of your fingers pushing through your feces, coating your aroused clit with your own mess. And as you come again, this time with a louder moan echoing through the park, you can't help but feel a sense of pride wash over you. This is who you are now: a creature of taboo desires and hidden pleasures, finding solace in the dirt and grime beneath your bare feet.