DirtyJasmine - SHIT ON ME PLEASE!

After an intense fucking session, Robert panted heavily, leaning on top of me. His cock still buried deep inside me, he grinned wickedly and pulled out, leaving me wanting more. But the surprise was yet to come. He rolled over gracefully, his smooth ass now in my face. With a devilish grin, he leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "How about I shit on you?" Before I could even process his words, I felt it: warm, wet, and heavy on my skin. I gasped as he pushed his soft, round cheeks against my mouth. His ass was like a warm, supple pillow against my face, and the smell of his feces hit me like a tidal wave. It was disgusting yet arousing at the same time. Robert chuckled softly and began to force his shit into my mouth. I groaned in delight as his thick, creamy load filled my mouth, coating my tongue with his unique taste. His fingers ran through my hair, urging me to take more as he continued to shit on me. As his ass pulsed with each passing contraction, I watched in awe as his shit oozed out of my mouth and dripped down onto my chest. I let out a moan of pure bliss and reached up to squeeze his cheeks together, loving the feeling of his warm shit trapped between us. Finally, he pulled his aching cock out of me and pushed it back into my open mouth, mixing his seed with the remnants of his shit in my mouth. It was the most despicable yet mind-blowing experience I've ever had, and I loved every second of it. As he pulled out, he wiped his dick on my face, smearing my makeup and his cum and shit mixture across my skin. He leaned in close again and whispered hotly, "Now you're truly mine." And with that, he kissed me passionately, tasting himself on my lips. I looked up at him, eyes shining with lust and excitement. He was the dirtiest, most depraved man I had ever met, but his touch ignited something deep within me. My need for more of his filth was insatiable. "Fuck, yes!" I moaned, reaching up to grab his cock once more. "Shit on me again, Robert. I want it so bad." And with that, he pushed my head back into his lap, his soft, warm cheeks pressed against my face, and began to defecate on my body again. This time, I welcomed it with open arms.