MissElleClark - GLASS OF SHIT

You arrive home exhausted from a long day at work, anxious to unwind and maybe catch up on some social media. As you approach your apartment complex, you notice movement from Miss Elle Clark's balcony—your gorgeous, curvy, ass-exposing neighbor. She's lounging on her patio chair, her massive behind thrust out toward you as she absentmindedly scrutinizes her phone. Your cock twitches at the sight of her plump rump jiggling so invitingly in the air. Your anticipation builds as you enter your own apartment, tossing your keys onto the counter before making a beeline for the stairs. Today has been too damn stressful, and you can't help but think about how satisfying it would be to see Miss Elle squat down and feel the weight of her full bowels pressing against her tight asscheeks. You climb up to the rooftop, your heart pounding in your chest. Your expectations are immediately met as you step onto the rooftop and see Miss Elle standing before you. She turns to face you, her shirt hiked up to reveal her ample cleavage. Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes in your appearance. "Oh, hey there," she says with a sultry grin, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face. "I didn't know anyone else would be up here today." You can feel the warmth spreading through your body as you approach her. She watches you intently, her hips shifting from side to side ever so slightly as if preparing herself for something else entirely. "What do you say we make today even hotter?" you suggest, pointing toward the empty glass that was filled with shit just moments ago. A devilish smile spreads across Miss Elle's face as she steps forward, pushing herself against you. "I was hoping you'd say that," she whispers, her breath hot on your ear. She reaches down and grabs hold of your growing erection, giving it a firm squeeze before leading you over to the railing. You lean against the cool metal, your eyes drawn inexorably downward as Miss Elle turns around and bends over for you. Her ample cheeks are parted just enough for you to see the beginning of a massive turd pushing its way out of her wet, tight asshole. You moan softly as you watch it slide out, painting a perfect smear across the deep crevice between her cheeks. It's all too much for you to handle—the sight of her pure body being marred by the filth, the smell of shit wafting up into your nostrils. You can't help but reach out and slap it against your own face, tasting the warm, salty mixture of her feces and your own saliva. She looks back over her shoulder at you, her eyes full of lust and desire. With a deep sigh, you step forward and position your cock at the entrance to her ass. You feel the heat surrounding your head as it presses against her puckered ring. With a small cry of pleasure, Miss Elle pushes back against you, impaling herself on your inexorably growing shaft. You thrust upward into her, feeling the resistance from her tight flesh as you push deeper and deeper inside. Her warm insides massage your cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body. You grab onto her hips, pulling her back against you as you pound into her, her body slapping against your own in perfect rhythm. Her ass cheeks clap together with each powerful thrust, the sound echoing off the surrounding buildings. You feel the pressure building inside you, the urge to release growing stronger by the moment. With a final, powerful thrust, you erupt inside Miss Elle, your hot cum filling her up with one last delicious surprise. You collapse onto the rooftop, panting heavily as you stare up at the sky. Miss Elle slowly rises to her feet, turning around to face you once again. She smiles softly, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly as she brushes the remaining residue from your face away with the back of her hand. "That was incredible," you manage to whisper, still catching your breath. She smiles wide, her teeth gleaming in the sunlight. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replies, softly running her fingers through the mess that remains between your lips. You stand there for a moment longer, taking in the sight of her lithe body slick with sweat and glimmering with flecks of your cum and her own filth. You can already feel the familiar ache starting to build in your cock once again, and you know that sooner or later, you'll be back up here with Miss Elle for another unforgettable experience. As you turn and head back inside, you can't help but wonder—where will she go from here? Will she find new ways to indulge her scat fetish, or will she be content with the memories she's made today? Only time will tell.