Love to Shit Girls - Your Mouth Is My Toilet

It's early in the morning and your eyes flutter open. You feel something warm and heavy in your mouth and as you wake up, you realize what it is - a fresh, hot turd. As you try to process what's happening, you feel another one drop into your mouth and you glance down to see a beautiful woman crouching over you, her eyes full of lust. She grins wickedly and leans down, her soft breasts inches from your face. "Open your mouth wider," she demands, her voice heavy with desire. You comply, not knowing what else to do. She runs her fingers through your hair, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "You are just a toilet for me," she says, pushing another log of shit into your mouth. It's even bigger than the last two, and you struggle to swallow it all. As you gag and choke, another woman enters the room. She's petite and playful, with a vibrant personality. She giggles as she approaches you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Without any warning, she kneels next to the first woman and together they push their loads of shit into your waiting mouth. You're stunned by the sensations, both repulsed and aroused at the same time. The first woman whispers seductively in your ear, her hot breath sending chills down your spine. "Do you like it, my toilet?" she asks. You can't believe you're admitting it, but you nod your head yes. She smiles and pinches your nose shut, forcing you to take another big mouthful of their shit. The taste is indescribable, but you can't help but crave more. As the women take turns using you as their personal toilet, you're consumed by a strange mix of pleasure and pain. You're bursting at the seams with their hot, steaming shit, but somehow you can't get enough. The third woman enters the room, and soon all three are standing over you, grinning wickedly as they take turns filling your mouth with their sweet, sticky loads. By the time they're finished with you, you're drowning in their shit. They lean back, satisfied smiles on their faces as they watch you struggle to swallow their precious cargo. Slowly, they back away from you, leaving you alone to deal with the filth they've left behind. You're disgusted by yourself, but somehow the thought of doing it all over again is as irresistible as it is revolting.