“Yeah, I’m a weirdo.” I can tell she doesn’t mean it. I forgo brushing my teeth in urine. Sex vedio Smelling. It was a pungent cocktail of pussy, pee and poo. They’re clean aside from a smudge. “A farm would be great, and that domestic scene we did, that was your idea, loved it!”
“On the other hand, you are an actual pig yourself,” Becky swept some brown flakes I had left on the kitchen top earlier, into the bin. A fence with great boobs mind. Looking at my still shitty, if dry, hand, I grunt again. I nod, moving my hips in tune with her hand, her fingers pushing poop inside me. I’m excited, nervous and yeah I found it sexual. Not at all. “If you need to shit then let me know. I was repelled, fascinated and, god help me I leaned in to get a better whiff. Laugh it up, go on, happy now? We finished lunch, mooched around the shops a bit and had fun. First off, this is a lovely house. “Morning,” says Becky cheerfully. Coughing, my eyes start watering as I suppress my gag reflex and try to swallow what is left, it feels stuck in my throat, my hand is furiously working my pussy, I’m oblivious to everything except the need to cum. I peer blearily at my phone. She lets out a pretty and delighted ‘oh’ then clings
