05-08-2019, 06:57 PM
Part 18: Constipating Shruthi hassan II
Pushing against her pelvic bone, he began to pressure her back. Again she moaned, clearly feeling the pain as he pushed. And, as he pushed, he noticed that her skirt began to gather up above the toilet, just barley revealing the sides of her upper thighs.
He began to strategize how he pushed, taking his eyes off her breast. He watched as, with each push and moan from Shruthi hassan , her dress would slightly move up and reveal just the hint of pale white flesh that was her ass. He got down on his knees and began to lower his head, as though naturally shifting his position.
With his head directly behind her, he looked up and asked “Do you feel anything yet honey?”
“Sort of…” was all she could muster. He sensed her stomach tense as she began to push, and so he pushed harder against it, trying to push his fingers down and behind her pubic bone. With his hand on her back, he pushed up slowly, trying to gather the fabric of her dress. Sure enough, after a little adjustment, with one push, he had lifted the dress up a good six inches in one deft sweep of his hand.
And there, on display for him, was her erotic white ass. Round, pale, with a couple of well placed moles, he stared at one of the most incredibly sexy views a man will come across. The pressure from sitting on the toilet caused her cheeks to squish and separate, creating a full, round, and erotic appearance. He held his back hand still while continuing his pressure up front. Shruthi hassan, bent over, on the toilet, with her ass on display to him, was completely oblivious.
He stared down the crack of her ass to where it disappeared into the toilet and could see the faint trail of dark hairs. Shruthi hassan was slouching, so her butt was pointing straight down, limiting his view. The toilet was one of those that extends out more than usual, so he probably could have bent down to see what lie beneath, but that might have been a bit too obvious.
“Try arching your back and pushing” came out of his mouth, not really sure how she would take it. But, she was on the path of least resistance, and in one slight adjustment, she casually lifted her butt off of the toilet, leaned forward, and put herself obscenely on display. The image burnt itself into his mind.
The first thing he noticed was that Shruthi hassan had a anus like a typical sex whore would have. It was perfectly symmetrical, a dark brown, and surrounded with spikes of hair protecting it from unwanted entry. Shruthi hassan was not pushing, so it was closed tight. But, as he marveled at the stained brown skin, and how it blended into her pale, white globes, Shruthi hassan bore down, and instantly her anus opened like the mouth of a fish.
The center was perfectly pink, reminding him of a porn video he watched before in which the guy would hold her wife's cheeks apart as he came on her back. But, Shruthi hassan was bearing down with all of her might, and he was almost able to see inside of her. It was as though her anus was trying to turn itself inside out, forcing out what was trapped inside.
As she pushed, Shruthi hassan was oblivious to the fact that her most private, erotic opening was on display to her dad which was him and that she do not know it. The erotic opening displayed her inner bowels. He was mesmerized, but quickly realized that not just her anus was on display, but her sweet, young pussy was hanging down in clear view.
Lightly covered and surrounded by virgin pubic hair - creating a unified defense with her anal hair – lay Shruthi hassan’s vagina. Two small petals at the back had separated, creating a small opening to her inner motherhood as she sat on the toilet. The rosy pink folds, with a red, bulbous surrounding, had separated to provide a slight glimpse into Shruthi hassan’s vagina. They were lightly damp, but not obscenely wet.
Shruthi hassan moaned again as she pushed. Again, he watched as her anus opened and blossomed. He stared intently, pushing on her stomach, trying to force her insides out her anus. He pushed further up on her dress, no longer concerned about how much of her it exposed, or if she cared. Because clearly, she didn’t.
As the upper globes of her ass were revealed, he was reminded of the dimples as they displayed themselves, like small vaginas on her back. He bent down looking closer at her anus, while massaging one of her dimples with my hand, still giving the appearance that he was trying to help massage her problem away. As the dampness of her inner anal cavity displayed itself, he so desperately wanted to bend forward and lick it.
He was so close to her ass, nose inches from the toilet, that he could count the rings of her anus like a tree stump. He studied the transition from a deep, soft brown of crinkled skin to a pink, smooth wetness that formed the center of her anus. He stared at the skin surrounding her blossoming anal star, how the skin transitioned from a light brown to the pale whiteness of her globes, as though years of wiping and passage had stained her skin. Skin that Shruthi hassan herself had never looked at this closely.
He marveled at the situation and thought that Shruthi hassan, in this position, satisfying his desire to just stare right up an uncovered, young ass. She was clueless to mhis visual violations, the manipulations. Shruthi hassan invited him in. Shruthi hassan was in pain.
He then held up her skirt, putting her on display as he masturbated to her most private and intimate moment. Back arched, ass up, cheeks spread, anus open, she was trying to shit, and she was letting him hold up her skirt so he could get a better view. That is what he call a good bitch.
As she finished bearing down again, she groaned “Dad, it’s not working. Nothing is happening.” Ooh. That was not quite the case.
"I'm incredibly hard, masturbating to your anus, watching your hairs bend out of the way, imagining your the porn videos i watched before in which girls' have their asses spread. I'm sitting here, about 6 inches from your butt, watching and waiting desperately for you to shit out your insides with me holding up your skirt so I can see it come out. Shruthi hassan, your vagina is slowly becoming damp, spreading open with each push. Plenty is happening, honey!" Well, this is what is his thinking now. He surely won't going to tell her this.
He finally talked to her “Honey, just relax. It will take time. Try not to focus on it. Try to pretend your peeing, and see what happens.”
So, she took a breath, and he could feel her stomach relax. He bent down and once again, began the inspection of Shruthi hassan, ass spread, pussy open, and anus puckering. He marveled at the redness of her monds, the pinkness of her slit, the bushy hair along the sides. And as he stared, he noticed slight drips leaking from her vagina.
Not only was she pretending, she was actually doing it. Shruthi hassan began to dribble pee out of her slit, and as he looked closer, he could make out the small hole it was coming from. What, a moment ago, looked like just another pink fold, was actually her pee opening. It began to open more as the stream of yellowish liquid began to pick up steam.
He could smell the aroma, almost taste it on his mouth. Shruthi hassan was spraying the back of the toilet, and with her arched position, created quite a splatter since she was not landing in the water. He put his face closer and began to let her liquid splash off of his face. If he could have, he would have wrapped his mouth around her pink lips, opened wide, and let her fill himself with her juices. He was beyond himself.He was enjoying this biggest happiness ever in his life.
He had only seen actress Shruthi hassan in movies but in real life he is with her in toilet to see her toilet business. He felt he has become too much closer to indian actresses. He felt himself as the ruler for all the bitches.
Pushing against her pelvic bone, he began to pressure her back. Again she moaned, clearly feeling the pain as he pushed. And, as he pushed, he noticed that her skirt began to gather up above the toilet, just barley revealing the sides of her upper thighs.
He began to strategize how he pushed, taking his eyes off her breast. He watched as, with each push and moan from Shruthi hassan , her dress would slightly move up and reveal just the hint of pale white flesh that was her ass. He got down on his knees and began to lower his head, as though naturally shifting his position.
With his head directly behind her, he looked up and asked “Do you feel anything yet honey?”
“Sort of…” was all she could muster. He sensed her stomach tense as she began to push, and so he pushed harder against it, trying to push his fingers down and behind her pubic bone. With his hand on her back, he pushed up slowly, trying to gather the fabric of her dress. Sure enough, after a little adjustment, with one push, he had lifted the dress up a good six inches in one deft sweep of his hand.
And there, on display for him, was her erotic white ass. Round, pale, with a couple of well placed moles, he stared at one of the most incredibly sexy views a man will come across. The pressure from sitting on the toilet caused her cheeks to squish and separate, creating a full, round, and erotic appearance. He held his back hand still while continuing his pressure up front. Shruthi hassan, bent over, on the toilet, with her ass on display to him, was completely oblivious.
He stared down the crack of her ass to where it disappeared into the toilet and could see the faint trail of dark hairs. Shruthi hassan was slouching, so her butt was pointing straight down, limiting his view. The toilet was one of those that extends out more than usual, so he probably could have bent down to see what lie beneath, but that might have been a bit too obvious.
“Try arching your back and pushing” came out of his mouth, not really sure how she would take it. But, she was on the path of least resistance, and in one slight adjustment, she casually lifted her butt off of the toilet, leaned forward, and put herself obscenely on display. The image burnt itself into his mind.
The first thing he noticed was that Shruthi hassan had a anus like a typical sex whore would have. It was perfectly symmetrical, a dark brown, and surrounded with spikes of hair protecting it from unwanted entry. Shruthi hassan was not pushing, so it was closed tight. But, as he marveled at the stained brown skin, and how it blended into her pale, white globes, Shruthi hassan bore down, and instantly her anus opened like the mouth of a fish.
The center was perfectly pink, reminding him of a porn video he watched before in which the guy would hold her wife's cheeks apart as he came on her back. But, Shruthi hassan was bearing down with all of her might, and he was almost able to see inside of her. It was as though her anus was trying to turn itself inside out, forcing out what was trapped inside.
As she pushed, Shruthi hassan was oblivious to the fact that her most private, erotic opening was on display to her dad which was him and that she do not know it. The erotic opening displayed her inner bowels. He was mesmerized, but quickly realized that not just her anus was on display, but her sweet, young pussy was hanging down in clear view.
Lightly covered and surrounded by virgin pubic hair - creating a unified defense with her anal hair – lay Shruthi hassan’s vagina. Two small petals at the back had separated, creating a small opening to her inner motherhood as she sat on the toilet. The rosy pink folds, with a red, bulbous surrounding, had separated to provide a slight glimpse into Shruthi hassan’s vagina. They were lightly damp, but not obscenely wet.
Shruthi hassan moaned again as she pushed. Again, he watched as her anus opened and blossomed. He stared intently, pushing on her stomach, trying to force her insides out her anus. He pushed further up on her dress, no longer concerned about how much of her it exposed, or if she cared. Because clearly, she didn’t.
As the upper globes of her ass were revealed, he was reminded of the dimples as they displayed themselves, like small vaginas on her back. He bent down looking closer at her anus, while massaging one of her dimples with my hand, still giving the appearance that he was trying to help massage her problem away. As the dampness of her inner anal cavity displayed itself, he so desperately wanted to bend forward and lick it.
He was so close to her ass, nose inches from the toilet, that he could count the rings of her anus like a tree stump. He studied the transition from a deep, soft brown of crinkled skin to a pink, smooth wetness that formed the center of her anus. He stared at the skin surrounding her blossoming anal star, how the skin transitioned from a light brown to the pale whiteness of her globes, as though years of wiping and passage had stained her skin. Skin that Shruthi hassan herself had never looked at this closely.
He marveled at the situation and thought that Shruthi hassan, in this position, satisfying his desire to just stare right up an uncovered, young ass. She was clueless to mhis visual violations, the manipulations. Shruthi hassan invited him in. Shruthi hassan was in pain.
He then held up her skirt, putting her on display as he masturbated to her most private and intimate moment. Back arched, ass up, cheeks spread, anus open, she was trying to shit, and she was letting him hold up her skirt so he could get a better view. That is what he call a good bitch.
As she finished bearing down again, she groaned “Dad, it’s not working. Nothing is happening.” Ooh. That was not quite the case.
"I'm incredibly hard, masturbating to your anus, watching your hairs bend out of the way, imagining your the porn videos i watched before in which girls' have their asses spread. I'm sitting here, about 6 inches from your butt, watching and waiting desperately for you to shit out your insides with me holding up your skirt so I can see it come out. Shruthi hassan, your vagina is slowly becoming damp, spreading open with each push. Plenty is happening, honey!" Well, this is what is his thinking now. He surely won't going to tell her this.
He finally talked to her “Honey, just relax. It will take time. Try not to focus on it. Try to pretend your peeing, and see what happens.”
So, she took a breath, and he could feel her stomach relax. He bent down and once again, began the inspection of Shruthi hassan, ass spread, pussy open, and anus puckering. He marveled at the redness of her monds, the pinkness of her slit, the bushy hair along the sides. And as he stared, he noticed slight drips leaking from her vagina.
Not only was she pretending, she was actually doing it. Shruthi hassan began to dribble pee out of her slit, and as he looked closer, he could make out the small hole it was coming from. What, a moment ago, looked like just another pink fold, was actually her pee opening. It began to open more as the stream of yellowish liquid began to pick up steam.
He could smell the aroma, almost taste it on his mouth. Shruthi hassan was spraying the back of the toilet, and with her arched position, created quite a splatter since she was not landing in the water. He put his face closer and began to let her liquid splash off of his face. If he could have, he would have wrapped his mouth around her pink lips, opened wide, and let her fill himself with her juices. He was beyond himself.He was enjoying this biggest happiness ever in his life.
He had only seen actress Shruthi hassan in movies but in real life he is with her in toilet to see her toilet business. He felt he has become too much closer to indian actresses. He felt himself as the ruler for all the bitches.
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