cinderace luvs da heated weight o his poop, doesnt he? lettin da poop hump his beloved boibits, messily steppin upon his bright, red undasack, havin a crude, smelly shrine o excrement surroundin his throbbin lagocock, mind prolly lost in da sensation, blushin hard from feelin his puffy anus gape n stretch itself round da girth o his rather small but potent-smellin turds, da smell givin him da horny high he longed for til now, da dense steam caressin his crotch n bubblebutt, awaitin tuh feel his lil bun-bum feel all nice, hawt, sticky n sweaty so dat he could look back at me wit bedroom eyes as i caress his moist, musty n now messy badonkadonk....he's breathin kinda steamy, too--wonda if he's close. it does feel nice feelin ur erect meat cummin cocktail-styled, specially if deres shit piled on top o it. doesnt look like much of a big shit, maybe i should squat n leave a bigger, slimier pile on his rosy meat n see how he'll respond. dere's no doubt he'll lock eye contact wit me, leanin forward, tremblin a bit, his embarrased frown slowly turnin upside down, deepenin our disgustin luv fo one anotha even mo...!