Creamy Log Drop II

In this video I push out yet another thick, creamy log out of my juicy asshole – straight into the toilet.

Creamy Log Drop

In this video I push out a thick, creamy log out of my juicy asshole – straight into the toilet.

Sheer Panty Blowout

After farting on her slave’s cock while cuddling, Pompeii decides that what would excite her most is exploding into her yellow sheer panties, a tantalizing tease for her slave. Pompeii spreads her ass, then smacks it. She pulls her panties up and releases a massive, steamy dump into her sheer panties – completely fucking destroying them. After getting some close-up shots, Pompeii spreads her shit-covered ass to show the extent of the damage and it is absolutely magnificent. For the finale, Pompeii shows her pussy and the turd in the seat of her panties from her front, you don’t want to miss this steamy clip!

Eat My Ass – Shit My Panties

In this video my slave begins by eating my ass, showing how eager he is for my shit. After he is finished with fingering my spread pussy and ass, I lift my panties up and push… filling them up with my fresh shit. My slave then finger-fucks my shitty pussy and ass, much to my delight.

Soft Serve Slave: Lick Me Clean

Pompeii Poopa flaunts her white dress, squats above her slave, and releases a slimy, sloppy mess on his chest. It flows like lava out of her, and she lets out a giggle as her slave takes a liking to it. Eager to clean and fulfill his duty, the slave begins to clean her with his tongue – much to his delight, and he cleans up quite well.

Shitting Myself Before Work

The clock ticks relentlessly, and I find myself with a mere five minutes before embarking on the day’s journey. Urgency pulses through my veins, and yet, a different kind of urgency beckons from within. In a pink lace embrace that’s both delicate and daring, I step into my private sanctuary, where the molten eruption of anticipation awaits.

As the delicate fabric clings to me, a symphony of sensations unfurls – the whispered caress of lace against my skin, the electrifying awareness of the imminent release. With an audacious abandon, I succumb to the allure of the moment, each push a note in the symphony of the taboo.

The first brush of warm shit against lace sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, a reminder of the boundaries I was transcending. The fabric, now a conduit for the intimate embrace of my mess, absorbed the essence of the molten eruption – a silent testament to the untamed desires that flowed through me.

I reveled in the paradox, the decadent taboo of this clandestine act. As the weight of the moment hung suspended, I found myself both the creator and the creation, an artist of my own sensuality. With every push and sigh, the barrier between restraint and liberation crumbled, leaving me suspended in a space where inhibitions held no dominion.

And as the final tremors of ecstasy subsided, I was left in awe of the journey I had embarked upon. The delicate lace that adorned me now carried the indelible imprint of my audacity, a secret communion between my desires and the tangible world.