White Dress Mess

Turning this angelic white dress into a messy scat and puke rag! Starting by showing off how white and pretty the dress is before I turn around and fill my skirt with oozing brown shit! I smear it all over my body, turning the dress from white to brown. After I'm happy with how covered in shit I am I start puking all over myself to make an even BIGGER and MESSIER scene for you! Lots of gagging, smearing, pussy rubbing, close ups and more!

Big mess in daddies boxers

I really needed to go so badly. I got daddies boxers and pooed in them. It kept coming and coming the diarrhea. Kept on coming out and so many gasses too. I then got into the shower. Daddy was enjoying too. He was touching his boxers with me in them. Enjoying my mess in his boxers. In the video he also wees on my naked poo bum. I also wee in the shower. I made such a mess! In the boxers, on the bathroom floor and in the shower.

Our first night

I know you dream of a bride like that. One who, without removing her veil, will lay a large pile in front of you

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Bbw - Mommy's punishment to voyeur son

Mommy has been caughting her son picking up her dirty underwrar to jerkoff and listen her having sex with dad and bust like a crazy, everytime!

Now thar dad went to work, she decides to teach him a dirty lesson to see if he'll freak out or enjoy it!

Mommy orders him to knell behind her ass while she prepare s a "treat" for him! She laughs at him and insult him the give him a encouragement and a countdown to cum and then clean all the mommy's mess.

Desperated pooping

My stomach turns like a broken dishwasher. I crooch in front of the toilet and turn the key: nothing. The water went out a while ago and the cistern is empty. The twist sticks a sharpness in my guts; there is no more time to look for another door.

I take a deep breath, pull down my pants and get on all fours on the cold floor. The first push comes out alone, a thick and hot jet that hits the tiles with a wet splash. It's not a flow, it's an avalanche: bubbles that don't stop, that slip, that splash my knees and spread out in a dark puddle.

I moan through my teeth, feeling how the body empties mercilessly. The smell rises densely and the noise is obscene, as if the floor itself complained. Every contraction shakes me; every bubbling is a bitter relief and a liquid humiliation.

When he finally calms down, I stay there, trembling, with my hands and knees in the mess. The bathroom is still dead, but now the floor has my name written on clay.