ScatlinaFilth - Extreme Scat Face Fuck

ScatlinaFilth - Extreme Scat Face Fuck This was not a simple task for me. I found myself bound with my head hanging over the sofa, my heart racing with anticipation and fear. My master approached me, his eyes glinting with mischief as he undid his pants and pulled out his massive cock, already dripping with anticipation. "Open wide, baby," he growled, gesturing towards my gaping mouth. I could feel the warm, fecal-scented air hitting my face as he shoved the huge cock between my lips, past my gag reflex. I tried to suppress the gagging sounds as he began to stroke my throat, pushing deeper into my mouth with each thrust. "Good girl," he murmured, reaching down to stroke my face gently. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the bitter taste of his saliva and the looming feeling of his enormous cock pressing against the back of my throat. Suddenly, I felt a warm, viscous liquid pouring into my mouth. My master's scat, hot and thick, coating my tongue and filling my mouth until it overflowed and dripped down my chin. I whimpered, unable to hold back my disgust, but my master didn't seem to mind. He pulled out just enough to let the string of sputum dangle from my lips before ramming back in, this time harder and deeper than before. I felt his balls smack against my cheeks as he pounded my face, grunting and moaning with pleasure. And then he pulled out again, revealing a giant dollop of creamy feces glistening on my lips. "Now clean it up," he rumbled, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my face towards him. I opened my mouth obediently, letting the cool, smooth glob of his shit slide down my throat while he continued to fuck my face, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth like a hot, sticky lollypop. I couldn't believe how much he was shoving into me, but there was something so wrong and yet so exciting about it that I couldn't resist the urge to take more. He pulled out suddenly, leaving me panting and gasping for breath. Before I could recover, I felt the hot, stinging sensation of his piss against my cheeks and down my throat. It burned like acid, but I didn't dare move as he soaked my face in his piss, washing away the last remnants of his scat. And then he was done. He zipped up his pants and stepped back, surveying his handiwork with a satisfied grin. I looked at myself in the mirror, my face a mess of smeared makeup, drool, and my own spit and cum. But there was something else in my eyes too: a twisted sort of satisfaction that made me shudder. As he untied the ropes that held me in place, I knew that I would do anything he asked, no matter how degrading or disgusting. Because deep down, there was a part of me that loved it. And that was the truly terrifying part.