Love to Shit Girls - Addicted To My Poop

You're lying there, on your back, feeling the coolness of the floor against your bare skin. Your legs are spread apart, and your cheeks are squeezed together tightly. A moment of anticipation fills the room as you wait for me to give the command. As soon as you hear my voice, you let out a deep moan. "Please, ma'am," you beg. "I can't wait for another drop of your delicious poop." I chuckle softly, amused by your desperation. "You really are addicted, aren't you?" I ask, teasingly. You nod quickly, unable to form words due to the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. My asshole tightens around your tongue, signalling that another load of fresh shit is about to fill your mouth. Excitement overwhelms you as you feel my rectum muscles loosen, allowing your tongue full access to the warm, soft ball of poop waiting for you. Immediately, you dive deep, instinctively seeking out the perfect blend of taste and texture that only comes from my body. As you work your tongue around the mass, you sigh contentedly, savoring every last bite. Gradually, the poop starts to flow out of me, filling up your beautiful mouth. Each bite is savored, chewed slowly so as to extract every last bit of flavor. You swallow eagerly, your throat working rhythmically to wash down the thick, gooey mixture. The sensation of fullness is exquisite, sending shivers down your spine. You look up at me, your eyes filled with adoration and desire. "More, ma'am," you plead. "Please, can I have more of your perfect poop?" I smile benevolently, amused by your devotion. Slowly, I push my hips forward, prompting you to stand up. You obey eagerly, ready to receive every last drop of my precious cargo. As I watch you lick every last morsel off your fingers, I can't help but feel a sense of power and control over you. It's intoxicating. "You really are addicted to my poop, aren't you?" I ask, growing bolder by the second. You nod enthusiastically, your face and hands covered in traces of my feces. "I can't imagine wanting anything else," you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper. The truth in your words sends a shockwave through my body, making me tremble with excitement. "Then you shall have it," I promise, my voice graveled with lust. I lower myself back onto the toilet, inviting you to join me once again. And so begins another glorious session of your addiction to my poop.