Dirty heel

Do you love my new latex dress and heels you bought me? I see whTbit does to you, I see you jerking off. I'm getting so hot it makes me poop standing up, I just can't control myself around you. It makes me step in my poop and want to play with my feet in it. It makes me want to fuck myself with the heel of my show all covered in poop. It makes me want to eat poop off the floor and give you a close-up of me doing it. I am such a dirty for you.

we fill our panties with a lot of poop in the park

we want some fun, so we head to the park, in our cute dresses, and beautiful panties, we do some exercise, we talk a little, I settle down to start pooping in my panties, I stuff my thong, it smells bad, We make sure that people don't discover us, then Sara goes, she does it standing up, she poops in her panties, wow, it's something super exciting, we talk a bit more, and we show them how our nasty panties look.

Panty Bulge: Crackle & Hiss

I perch upon a closed throne, a modern twist on the ancient's seat of power. In an audacious departure from the norm, I straddle the throne, a daring reminder that norms are made to be challenged. As you watch, captivated, I revel in the sensual tension of anticipation. The air is thick with the promise of what's to come.

With a mischievous posture, I decide not to succumb to the ordinary constraints. Instead, I let the primal instinct take over, a visceral liberation. My white undergarments are soon graced with a growing bulge, a symbol of the delicious control I wield over my own desires. And when the moment is ripe, I present it to you, a peek into the forbidden, a glimpse into a world where rules are rewritten.

But the story doesn't end there. Enter my devoted slave, an embodiment of the passions that are often kept concealed. They appreciate every curve, every nuance of the hot mess I've created. There's an undeniable thrill in their touch, an exploration of boundaries that mirrors the journey we're taking together. In their hands, my molten eruption becomes a masterpiece of sensation, a symphony of textures and emotions that stirs the soul.

Coach Kai makes me shit my pants

Coach, I really have to use the bathroom. We need to keep going? Okay fine, but I really do have to go. I have to run to the bathroom now, I really have to go. Wtf the toilet is out of order?? Why?? Fuck I'm going to shit my pants. I have to go, I'm going to make mess in my leggings. Yep, I'm shitting now. Holy shit I have to shit. Wait, don't come in Coach Kai. You can't come in! You can hear what I'm saying. Omg. You like the smell? You like that I shit my pants?? You knew I had to go didn't you? You glued the toilet shut? This is crazy. Are you hard right now? You really want to see my shitty pants and underwear? It turns you on? Okay, I guess I could show you. You brought your girlfriend's vibrator?? This is all a little crazy. You'll give me free training sessions if we masturbate together? Okay fine, I'll do it.

Leggings Unleashed, Desires Awakened

Imagine this: a day of command and conquest has left me yearning for a release, a moment of respite from the hustle and bustle of a modern age. In the soft embrace of my chamber, I recline against sumptuous pillows, my bright pink leggings clinging to my form, a vibrant promise of what’s to come. The room is filled with anticipation, a fragrance of promise, and the faint echoes of a distant empire.

As the world quiets down, my senses awaken, and I let go. A slow, deliberate descent into pleasure begins. The sensation is wonderful, my leggings bearing witness to the hot mess of a day’s battles fought and won. With a sultry smile, I reveal my conquest to you, the aftermath of my molten eruption that stains my leggings in a way only a goddess can. And yet, I’m not satiated, not yet.

With a beckoning gesture, my loyal slave approaches, drawn like a moth to the flame of my desire. Our eyes meet, and the unspoken connection ignites between us. He understands, as I do, the allure of embracing the forbidden, the secret thrill of transgression. It is in this intimate moment that I imply, with a teasing glance and a subtle gesture, that he should use his tongue to partake in this private indulgence.

And a slave obeys.

Toilet Slave’s Obedient Indulgence: Unveiling Sensual Surrender

One of my most alluring creations awaits you – a mesmerizing video that encapsulates the essence of our journey. Watch as I, draped in a resplendent white dress, make my entrance into my release-chamber, a temple of temptation and decadence. My devoted toilet slave awaits, his anticipation palpable as I grace him with a delectable eruption, a full entree of hot, steamy mess that tantalizingly defies convention. His eager devotion knows no bounds as he indulges in the sweet intimacy of my essence, savoring every moment with unwavering desire.

As he worships my form, his lips find my sweet spots, igniting a symphony of pleasure that resonates through the air. But it is when I unveil the unthinkable, lifting my cheeks to reveal a relentless mess, that our journey takes an exhilarating turn. The slave’s grunts and groans mix with the heady scent, a potent concoction of ecstasy and revulsion that dances on the edge of sensuality. Yet, even as panic flits across his features, professionalism prevails, for this is a sacred duty he undertakes.

In the heart of this delicious encounter, boundaries are blurred, and the dichotomy of pleasure and taboo meld into an unforgettable experience. Join me, as we transcend the ordinary and embrace the sublime, for I am Pompeii Poopa, the goddess who revels in the filth and adventure of the unknown.