I plunged my raging hard cock into the pile of shit and began to fuck it with abandon, thrusting myself into the warm, smooth mound. I also reached around you and slopped my hands into your shit, then reached up, stroking your chest, leaving beautiful streaks of brown, chocolatey shit behind. The veins on your body, especially your legs and feet, were prominent, pumping blood to your leg muscles plus bringing your blood close to the surface of your skin to cool.
I wanted so badly to feel Mike's hot cock ram my tight hole. Having you there sucking my sweat with your face buried in my raunchy pit was a huge turn-on. By now I had made a clean spot on the ball of your foot, so I moved my way down toward your heel.
A Hooker I"m Not. We locked up our bicycles, and went in. You finished eating out my ass, and licking clean all my individual ass hairs, when I lifted myself up off of you, and bent over to give you a kiss, to join my mouth with yours and eat my own shit out of your mouth, licking at your lips, trading shit-flavored saliva.
You exhaled and inhaled deeply again. We knew would be repeating this scene again and again, only perhaps even more disgusting and more perverse. Not A Pleasant Experience.
The mixture was accompanied by spurts of gas, followed by somewhat firmer, but still fairly loose shit from deeper inside your bowels; it began piling up on my belly. I also reached around you and slopped my hands into your shit, then reached up, stroking your chest, leaving beautiful streaks of brown, chocolatey shit behind.