Helena lay in the soft, plush blanket on her bed, her legs spread wide open, feeling the warm air caressing her womanhood. She had dressed up for the occasion, wearing a skimpy black teddy that barely covered her round, perky tits and left nothing to the imagination about her cleanly shaved pussy. As she lay there, she felt a familiar twinge in her gut, and knew what was about to happen.
With a content sigh, she closed her eyes and waited for the sensation to overwhelm her. And it did. With a loud rumble in her belly, she felt the urge to defecate wash over her, and she couldn't help but spread her legs even wider in anticipation. The feeling grew stronger and more intense with each passing moment, until finally, with a loud moan of pleasure, she released a hot, steaming load of soft shit between her legs.
The feeling of relief washed over her as she let out a sigh of contentment, feeling the warm mess coating her thighs and pooling on the blanket beneath her. She reached down between her legs, curiosity getting the better of her, and her fingers disappeared into the thick, gooey warmth of her freshly-made mess.
With another moan, she started to explore, rubbing her fingers against her sensitive skin and getting lost in the sensation of her own filth. She felt so dirty, yet so incredibly aroused at the same time. And she knew what she had to do next.
Grabbing a handful of the sticky, fragrant mess, she slowly started to push it towards her wet, eager pussy, groaning as the hot, soft shit filled her tight entrance. She pushed harder, letting more of the warm, messy substance fill her up, until she felt full to bursting with her own filth.
With a deep, primal moan, she began to move her hips, fucking herself on her own filth, feeling the cooling mess on the outside rub against her sensitive skin while the warmth inside coated her insides. It was an indescribable sensation, both dirty and depraved, yet oddly satisfying and erotic.
As she rode the wave of pleasure, she couldn't help but let out soft moans and grunts, her whole body shaking with the force of her intense orgasm. She collapsed onto the blanket, panting heavily, feeling sticky and satisfied and strangely alive. She was dirty, and she loved every minute of it.
