I've been holding in all my waste today in order to finish all my errands before the temperature drops to zero in this Polar Vortex. Now that I'm prepared, it's time to let the games begin. You are to lay beneath me, on the cold tiles of my bathroom floor. You are scared, but willing to consume all my filthy waste-knowing that my asshole is exquisite. The windows rattle with hard, cold winds. I tease you about what you're about to receive. I'm strict in my orders not to let any spill. ::Plops of brown velvet:: I turn around, wipe myself, and admire the heaping mound I stuffed into your face. I... Show more