Morning Bulge In Panties

As I woke up in the early hours of the morning, my thoughts drifted towards the delicious sensation I had experienced just before drifting off to sleep. The image of my swollen, cum-filled pussy begging for release was still fresh in my mind, making it hard for me to resist giving in to the temptation. Rolling out of bed, I padded over to the mirror and lowered my eyelids, allowing myself a peek at the bulge in my panties. My heart raced as I watched it jiggle enticingly with each step I took. I couldn't help but reach down and squeeze my swollen clit through my clothes, moaning softly at the electric shock of pleasure that ran through my body. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and yet I knew that I couldn't rush this. I had to take my time, savor the moment, and enjoy every second of the blissful agony. So, I continued gently massaging my clit, toying with the idea of removing my panties and rubbing my cum-soaked pussy instead. The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became. My breathing grew heavier, and I could feel the heat radiating from my core. Just as I was about to give in, the inevitable happened. My body shook, and a hot sticky mess of cum and shit oozed out from between my swollen lips, coating my fingers and dripping down onto the floor. Letting out a contented sigh, I reached down to clean myself up, taking a moment to admire the wet patch on my panties. It was always such a satisfying sight, knowing that my body had been through the pleasure and the filth, leaving behind a tangible reminder of my desires. With a smile on my face, I made my way to the bathroom, ready to wash away the evidence of last night's indulgence. But the scent of my shit and cum lingered on, taunting me as I wondered what other delights the day might bring.