Toilet Slaves Scatology - I Ate Shit From a Stripper! - Part 2 - HD only

Once the messy orgy had concluded, the stripper stood up, her stomach rumbling with a mixture of excitement and satisfaction. With a sly grin, she walked over to the toilet and took a seat, her bare bottom and legs glistening with a sticky film of piss and shit. Without missing a beat, the other participants in the party followed suit, each of them sitting down on the cold, hard floor, their backs against the wall, waiting for their turn to clean up the diva's dirty work. There was an almost palpable sense of anticipation in the air as they watched her, eagerly waiting for their chance to taste her forbidden treasures. As the first volunteer approached the throne, nervousness and excitement warred within him, his cock twitching in anticipation of what was to come. The stripper eyed him hungrily, her dark eyes gleaming in the dim light of the room. "Go ahead," she purred, spreading her legs further apart, granting him access to her most intimate areas. He hesitated only for a moment before pushing forward, his nose just brushing against the tender skin of her thighs. He inhaled deeply, the heady aroma of her pussy and ass mixed with the sharp scent of her shit, filling his senses. With a determined moan, he pressed more firmly against her, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet/sour nectar he had waited so long for. She eagerly lifted her hips off the seat, granting him deeper access, his tongue now buried in her tight, pink hole. As he worked his magic, he felt her grip the back of his head, urging him on, her hips bucking wildly against his face. He couldn't help but moan in approval, his nose filled with the rich, earthy scent of her shit. Reaching out with his free hand, he began to finger her tight pussy, feeling her walls pulse around his digits as she neared her climax. With a devious grin, he reached his other hand behind him, holding it under her ass, waiting for the inevitable. Sure enough, soon enough, he felt her hot, soupy mess splatter against his waiting palm. With a gasp of pleasure/pain, she arched her back, allowing even more of her shit to coat his face in a warm, sticky sheen. Slowly, he withdrew his tongue, lapping up every last drop of her sweet nectar, relishing in the taste of her scat. Reaching up, he pressed his fingers into her mouth, encouraging her to clean him off, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. As she worked his cock and fingers with eager mouth and tongue, he finally let go, watching as she swallowed his offering without hesitation. With a satisfied smile, he sat back, wiping his satisfied grin on his shoulder, waiting for his turn to come once again. The room echoed with the sounds of eager moans and wet slurping as each participant took their turn, savoring the forbidden fruit offered up by the queen of filth.