She grasps counter with her finger curled underneath the bench-top. Looking directly into the reflection at you as you stand read behind her. "I told you this was a good place for this," she says looking deeper and deeper into your reflection.
You break your gaze from her eyes back down to her waste which sits between your hands, your thumbs each hooked over the top of the black Lycra. The subtle smell of her poop mixed with talc fills your nostrils. You lean forward as you peel her shit filled shorts down her legs, every inch releasing another sweet scent. Her shorts hit the floor with a solid thud, aided by the wait of warm brown poop. You look at the mess on her otherwise porcelain ass cheeks.
She is still looking at you longingly, waiting. You unbutton your shirt, all the while maintaining your perspective on her ripe shit covered ass. You see how her cheeks perfectly part to reveal the shape of her arsehole, taint and cunt. The brown mess decorates her cheeks, and almost reaches her perfectly smooth pussy with its pronounced lips.
You fling your shirt to corner of the disabled stall and begin the task of your belt and pants. Before long, you throw a tangled mess of your trousers, jocks, socks and shoes on top of your shirt. Full mast, you're naked.
She raises up straight, and effortlessly removes her sports top and throws it onto your collection of clothes. Looking back at her reflection you see that her chest only just reflects that she's a girl. Small bumps that decorate an otherwise toned body are the only hint to her gender except that you can also see her flawless cunt.
She grabs your attention again and says, "wipe your cock head up my ass so that I can suck it off."
You do, of course, as she says. Inserting your cock below her perfect hole and swiping up to take a nice sample of her smooth brown shit. "Turn around and clean my cock" you offer, trying to sound authoritative.
"Mmmmm" she responds. "With pleasure Sir."
