Shit on me

The minute I distracted myself from my having to poo, my shit bolted out like it
would last as long as my pee. After the razor sharp tip poked back out, my poop
was soft and firm, and mashed against my panties, pushing them out and making
the silk stretch tight along my clitoris, which was saturated like a damp glue
to the panties. She turned her head looking for mine, she had a smile of madness
on her face, and we kissed so deep I was sure I would fall into her throat. My
tongue found every tooth and examined every crevice of her mouth. Her hand
reached down my wet back and held the panties as they filled up. Read more...