We're college sweethearts enjoying a lazy recovery day after last night's marathon study session. I'm lounging on the couch in nothing but my panties, a cozy pullover, knee-high socks, and glasses while we watch movies. You're totally checking out my ass, but honestly, I love it. When nature calls, I ask you to hit pause because I really need to poop. You trail behind me to the bathroom, and I tease you for being so clingy, but I'm completely comfortable around you. I casually park myself on the toilet and start pushing out logs, letting out soft grunts and moans while we keep chatting and flirting. That's when you spot them—massive skid marks staining my panties. I glance down, horrified, and whimper at you not to make fun of me. I stammer out excuses, feeling mortified yet secretly enjoying the attention. You obviously still find me irresistible, even when I'm funky! Once I'm done, I stand and do a single half-hearted wipe up my crack, basically just smearing things around instead of actually cleaning up. No shocker why I always have stains! I genuinely don't seem bothered, though, and proudly announce how enormous my poop is. When I bend over to admire the masterpiece, you get a full view of my messy backside. And wow, it's seriously huge! I tug my soiled panties back into place and flush, already eager to fool around and have you take me right there—I know you can't say no to me. Maybe you secretly enjoy having a hot, stinky-butt girlfriend? ;P
