We’re sitting on a plastic covered sofa, coffee table in front of us, chamber pots by the side. Then she pulled up her skirt, hitched her knickers to one side and let out an arc of piss. Xnxx Okay, so where were we? “Deal!”
I relaxed after that. Becky considered this. “Filthy bitch!” Smiling, I took another bite of pizza and told her. Reaching between my legs she started mashing her shit into my pussy, it felt wrong enjoying that warm, velvety feel between my legs. I hold her for a moment. The towel had taken some splashback as had the back of my jeans, arse and thighs. Becky lives in a nice three-bed detached house in a very nice road in a very nice area. She pauses and looks at me. “It’s my little spot. “Yes.”
Picking up her poop, I mush it into her arse crack and smear it. I peered into one. We finished lunch, mooched around the shops a bit and had fun. “A farm?”
“Yes, Becky’s pig farm where she wallows in her filth, and kind gentlemen crap on her and rut with her for a weekend in the countryside.
