College Girls Extreme - Dianah's Desperate Shit in the Toilet
Dianah was a stunningly beautiful blonde with long legs and perky tits that she proudly displayed in tight tops. She was currently a student at the university, studying hard but also enjoying the wild party life that college offered. She loved going out with her friends, getting wasted on beer and hitting the clubs. It was in one of these parties where she met Jake, a tall, dark-haired guy with an infectious smile. The two hit it off immediately and started hooking up regularly, often in the bathrooms of pubs or on the dirty floors of club toilets.
It was a warm Sunday afternoon, and Dianah was laying in bed with Jake, their naked bodies tangled together. She had stayed over at his place the night before, and the smell of stale beer and sweat lingered in the air. They had barely any money left, so all they could afford was Jake's mom's bargain bin beer. It had been awful, but they drank it anyway, knowing it would get them wasted quickly. The aftermath was a nasty hangover and a desperate need to shit.
"Damn, I really have to take a shit," Dianah moaned, pushing herself up off the tangled sheets. Her stomach churned, and she could feel the heaviness in her lower abdomen. She stumbled to the bathroom, her ass clenched tight to try and hold back the overwhelming need she felt. She barely made it to the toilet in time, her asshole gaping open as she let out an enormous shit.
"Unghh, fuck, that feels good," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she shit. Long, slimy ropes of brown shit coiled out of her asshole, piling up in the toilet bowl. She kept pushing, grunting and moaning with each wave of pleasure that washed over her. The smell of her shit filled the small bathroom, and she didn't care. It was a sickeningly sweet aroma to her, the scent of pleasure and release.
After what felt like ages, Dianah finally finished shitting. She sat there for a moment, catching her breath and wiping away tears of pleasure from her eyes. The feeling of emptiness in her bowels was a strange kind of comfort to her. She looked down at the mess in front of her, taking in the sight of her shit-covered hands and the toilet bowl full of her waste.
"God, that felt amazing," she whispered to herself, still catching her breath. She reached down and spread her asshole, gazing at the mess that had just come out of it. She smiled, feeling a rush of excitement and arousal flood her body. She couldn't help but touch her shitty fingers to her lips, tasting the mix of beer and diarrhea that coated them.
"Ungh," she moaned, sliding her fingers deeper into her asshole. The feelings were overwhelming, and she needed more. She pulled her fingers back out, coated in thick brown paste, and grabbed the wet wipe from the holder by the toilet. She cleaned herself up as best she could, her heart racing and her breath coming in short gasps.
As she stood up, her shaky legs nearly giving out from under her, she felt a strange sense of pride wash over her. This was the ultimate release - the feeling of dirty, filthy sinful pleasure that could only be found in the most taboo of places. And she loved it. She stepped out of the bathroom, naked and proud, her asshole still slick with the remnants of her orgasmic shit.
