Scat Goddess Amanda - Sensual Smoking Scat

Scattered stars filled the sky as Amanda sat on the edge of the pier, her long legs dangling over the cool, dark water. She was utterly naked, her skin glistening softly in the moonlight that bathed her body in an ethereal glow. Her luscious breasts swayed gently with each movement she made, their full roundness begging to be caressed. Amanda took a deep drag of her cigarette, the tip flaring red against the velvety black backdrop of the night sky. She leaned back, her eyes closed as she exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. The sensation of smoking was exquisite, but there was something else that made her heart race and her temperature rise. The thought of shitting, of feeling her warm, stinky turds slide out of her tight asshole and down her leg, filled her with a forbidden pleasure. She couldn't explain why she found it so arousing, but she couldn't deny the intense desire building within her. Amanda stood up slowly, the breeze rustling against her skin as she moved. She took another drag of her cigarette, savoring the taste and feeling of the burning tobacco against her tongue. Her thighs pressed together as she began to feel the pressure building within her, the need to release her stool growing stronger by the second. With practiced ease, Amanda pulled her legs apart and bent over slightly, resting one hand on her knee as she spread her ass cheeks apart. The cool night air brushed against her sphincter, sending shivers of excitement up her spine. She blew out another cloud of smoke, savoring the way it mixed with the musky scent of her impending dump. With a grunt, Amanda gave in to the urge. Dark, viscous shit oozed out of her asshole, coating her fingers as she roughly smeared it across her breasts and nipples. The sensation was overwhelmingly erotic, her entire being focused on the feeling of her own shit against her sensitive skin. Her fingers sunk into the mess, coating them with a sticky film of feces that she then brought back up to her lips, relishing the taste of her own filth. She knelt there for what felt like hours, lost in the world of her own perverse desires. When she finally felt clean enough, Amanda stood up and took one last drag of her cigarette before stamping it out on the deck beneath her feet. She knew that the cigarette had been a good idea, as it had helped distract her from the intense pleasure she derived from playing with her own shit. Amanda gazed out at the water, the stars twinkling above her as she contemplated her next move.