Mistress Mystique - DARK PUDDING

Oooooh... I hate cramps. This diarrhea is so dark from what I ate the day before. Watch the clip to find out what I ate. As I squatted over my toilet, my thong-clad bottom pushed out, gently inviting your gaze to the divine cheeks that jutted out either side. The sight of my asshole glistening with a sheen of sweat made me shudder with pleasure as I ground my heel into the soft flesh between my ass cheeks. I sighed in relief as I felt the pressure leave my bowels and the hot, thick fluid oozed out of me. As it splashed into the toilet bowl, the darkness of the liquid caught my eye and a mischievous grin spread across my face. Carefully, I reached into the bowl and scooped up a handful of the dark, viscous pudding that was my diarrhea. I slowly brought it to my mouth, eyes daring you to look away as I savored the taste. The salty tang of my arousal mingled with the earthy flavor of my waste, and I moaned softly. I leaned forward, thrusting my chest out slightly, and slowly, deliberately, I began to feed myself my own pudding. My fingers slid deep into my mouth, coating my tongue with the dark, sticky mixture. I groaned again as my stomach clenched with pleasure. As the orgasm rode the wave of cramps through my body, I felt myself cumming on the toilet seat. The hot, thick fluid mixing with the residue of my diarrhea as I panted and gasped in ecstasy. When the climax finally passed, leaving me spent and weak-kneed, I released myself from my unholy union with the toilet and stood up. My beautifully distorted reflection watched me from the mirror as I turned off the camera, lost in the haze of my depravity. The end.