Love to Shit Girls - You Are Weak 4 My Constipated Shit

You wake up early in the morning, anxious and eager for the day ahead. Your stomach churns with anticipation, but not because you're excited about what the day holds. No, you're excited for another glorious night of love-making with your mistress, Love to Shit Girls. You remember her words from last night, echoing in your head as you climbed out of bed: "You'll be here tonight, won't you, slave? You can't resist my toxic treasures, can you?" As the hours tick by, your need for her becomes more and more intense. You imagine her supple body pressed against yours, her sweet smelling mouth locked onto yours, sharing breaths filled with the intoxicating aroma of her constipated shit. Your cock throbs, aching for release, but at the same time you're filled with anticipation for what is to come. Finally, the moment arrives. You hear the click of the lock on the door and your heart races as you know that she is there. She strides into the room, her hips swaying gracefully beneath her tight black dress. Her eyes are locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of lust and power. You kneel before her, head bowed in submission as you feel the cool caress of her fingers against your cheek. She stands over you, admiring her handiwork. "Look at you, slave," she purred, running her fingers along your exposed cock before tracing delicate patterns on your chest. "You're so weak, so addicted to my constipated shit. You can't resist the taste, can you?" Without another word, she lowers herself onto your face, hovering just out of reach as she teases you with her intoxicating scent. You can feel the heat of her body against yours, the sweat trickling down your back as you wait in eager anticipation for the moment when she will finally succumb to your need. You start to plead with her, begging to be allowed to taste what she has been saving for you all day. Her laughter is like sweet music to your ears as she finally lowers herself onto your face, burying her constipated treasure deep within your mouth. You can feel the walls of your bowels clenching tightly in anticipation of the impending explosion. Her hips start to rock back and forth, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy and despair. The taste of her shit fills your mouth, coating your tongue and numbing your senses. But you don't care about the pain or the discomfort – all you can think about is the rush of power that comes from being so completely submissive to her. With a final thrust, she releases her load into your waiting mouth. It's hot and thick and fills you up completely, leaving you gasping for breath as she finally pulls away. You're left there, mouth open and cock throbbing, covered in her toxic waste. But you're happy, fulfilled in a way that nothing else could ever be. "You are weak," she whispers in your ear, running her tongue along your lobe. "But I love that about you. Because it means that you're mine." As she walks out of the room, leaving you to clean up the evidence of your devotion, you know that you would do anything for another taste of her constipated shit. Because even though it tears you apart inside, you can't deny the way it makes you feel.