“Thank You, Michael”, she says and then she is gone. I am overcome with the most depraved compulsions, thoughts and visions of this lovely sweet, innocent woman covering me with her bubbling, reeking shit – filling my mouth and nostrils, matting my hair; sending gushing streams of erotic brown gravy down my chest and back. Indian porn sex My gaze is drawn to the newly revealed soft hot flesh. My lips, teeth, tongue and gums are covered in her shit. In the warmth of the late afternoon sunset, the tranquil beauty of the countryside and the rhythm of the rails, I drift off to sleep. She reaches down for me and pulls me up beside her on the seat. I suppress the urge to gag so I can get more of it down. It’s a dream of course, one that I wish I could wake to in the present, but probably couldn’t. I am covered in it and yet I want more. In the warmth of the late afternoon sunset, the tranquil beauty of the countryside and the rhythm of the rails, I drift off to sleep. Almost in a frenzy, I lap, suck, and slurp it from her ass-cheeks, cunt, and thighs.
