It was her commitment and devotion to the art of defecating. It was her deep love. When she shitted, she did it with tremendous love and devotion. She...treated every turd as her child. She'd carefully lay them in neat shapes, caress them, kiss them, lick them. Her turds were labour of love for her. Like her baby. She'd very slowly slice them in small pieces and feed her lesbian lovers. Like a mother feeding her loving baby some delicious candy. Sometimes, she directly defecated in her lovers'. “Sure.”He stood up and pulled down his shorts. A thick semi hard cock popped out and as I watched with my eyes wide open it grew hard while he stroked it.He leaned forward and typed with one hand.“Do you like it?”“I love it.”Then the screen went black, he had logged off. I sat in the silence thinking about what I had just done. The guy looked to be in his late teens or early twenties. There was something familiar about him. Then it hit me, I knew this guy, and his name was Aron. He worked at. However, until today, it's never been attempted--at least, there's no documentation of actual results."Emilia slowly walked away from her place at the railing, heading to an equally ancient panel of gears and levers that had been installed on the wall. Fond of the aesthetic of nineteenth-century devices, Emilia opted to only restore the Ghost Machine, not to update it. "Since you asked earlier, I'd like to assure you that it is indeed perfectly safe. I have already worked through the. ‘PLEASE STOP!’ Val croaked, unable to stand the extreme pleasure. To her dismay, Ling ignored her and simply moved on to kiss and suck at the puckered rim of her asshole. Val began to spasm from the next wave of pleasure that hit the second the Asian girl’s tongue penetrated her asshole. Val squirted several streams of juice directly into Ling’s face. Off in the distance, Val heard the Asian girl laughing delightedly, and calling for ‘More, more, more!’ When Val finally went limp, Ling took a.