As the doorbell rang, Angel's heart raced with anticipation. She knew who it was - her secret admirer who had been sending her anonymous messages and gifts for weeks. With a deep breath, she walked to the door, her tight jeans rubbing against her perfectly shaped ass cheeks.
There he was, standing at her doorstep - tall, handsome, and dressed impeccably. He held out a bouquet of flowers, his eyes fixed on her jeans-clad ass. "These are for you," he said softly, handing her the flowers.
Angel took them gratefully, her cheeks flushing slightly as she realized he had seen the bulge in her jeans. She stepped back, inviting him in, watching as he carefully removed his shoes by the door.
Inside, she led him to the living room where they sat on her plush sofa. He complimented her on her taste, admiring the artwork on the walls and the way she'd arranged her ornaments. All the while, Angel couldn't help but think about how much she wanted to show him her secret - the tight jeans she wore just for him, and the way they clung to every inch of her round ass when she shit in them.
Finally, she rose from the sofa and walked slowly towards the kitchen. Her heart was pounding as she unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them down her legs, slowly revealing her lacy cotton panties. She turned around, giving him a sultry smile before waddling over to him, her full bladder straining against the material of her panties.
He stood up, taking her in from head to toe. "You're going to wet yourself, aren't you?" he asked softly, his voice filled with anticipation.
Angel nodded, her cheeks red with embarrassment and excitement. She slowly sat down on the coffee table, spreading her legs wide. "I really need to go," she whispered, feeling the warmth spread between her legs.
He knelt down in front of her, his eyes fixed on the small stain that was beginning to form on her panties. Slowly, he reached out and lifted her shirt, revealing her plump belly. She gasped as he began to kiss and nibble on her stomach, making his way down to her panties.
Without warning, he pulled down her panties, revealing her round, red ass cheeks. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, gently kissing each cheek before moving to the center.
Angel couldn't believe how good it felt - the warmth of his mouth on her skin, the way he was worshipping her ass. She leaned back, enjoying the sensation as he licked and kissed all around her tight little hole.
Suddenly, she felt a rush of warm liquid between her legs. She gasped as a huge shit poured out of her, coating his face and hair. He continued to lick and kiss her ass, lapping up every drop of the thick, creamy shit that poured out of her.
She could feel his erection pressing against her leg, and without thinking, she reached down and began to stroke him through his pants. His hips bucked against her hand, and she knew he was close to cumming.
Suddenly, he pulled away, standing up and pulling off his messy shirt. His chest was covered in sweat, and his erection stood at full attention. Without waiting for permission, he pushed her back onto the coffee table and knelt between her legs.
With one hand, he gripped her neck tightly, his eyes full of lust and desire. With the other hand, he slipped his hard cock inside her ass, filling her up to the brim.
She screamed in pleasure as he began to fuck her, grinding his hips against hers as he pumped his seed deep inside her. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, and she knew he was about to cum.
With one final thrust, he filled her with his hot cum, and she felt him collapse on top of her. Panting heavily, he finally pulled out of her, his face flushed with the aftermath of their passionate encounter.
As they lay there, their hearts racing, Angel couldn't help but think about how incredible it felt to be cherished - to be desired so much that someone would actually love her shit. She giggled softly, nuzzling against his chest, the taste of his cum and her own shit lingering on her tongue.
