It was a close call today; I was barely able to reach the room before shitting myself, but I was saved since only a tiny bit got on my panties🥲
Even in that extreme state, with snot dripping down my face, N-san said I was beautiful and asked to switch to the girlfriend course, even requesting I poop myself! You perverted bastard, thank you✨
While enduring the urge to change my soiled panties, I sat down in the bathtub wearing the sheer thong N-san brought and defecated. N-san stood behind me holding a container, getting a full erection as he watched the poop slowly oozing out through the gaps of the thong.
The wood ear mushrooms (kikurage) from the Mala Dan Dan I ate yesterday came out undigested, and the stench was apparently an even greater turn-on for N-san💡
While stroking his c*ck, which seemed about to finish quickly in the 69 position, he was pushed to the limit every time I verbally abused him, saying, “Sniff the poop’s scent, go on?”
Making him smell N-san’s weakness, his c*ck, and the poop’s scent, his five senses became overwhelmed and he finished.
He was a mysterious boy: he loved the smell of poop, yet he was a germaphobe. I’ll train your weaknesses too, so come back again🌈
