Clip, clop, clip, clop - that's the sound of utter desperation as I hop from one foot to the other in my high black boots. I've given myself an enema, and I'm desperately trying to hold it all in. Then the sound of my boots is replaced by moans of relief and pleasure as I give in to the inevitable, and let go! The poop quickly spreads into my pantyhose, forming a big messy bulge. The warmth of the dirty bulge increaes my arousal, and soon I'm rubbing my aching pussy.
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