Let Priya lead

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Priya shuts and locks the bathroom stall behind you before stepping past you and nestling herself into a reclining position amongst the bags of cooling women's waste.

"Thank you for helping me. I'm really... I don't know how you say it." Priya looked puzzled for a moment. "Manē khūba kabajiyāta chē... she pointed at her panty-clad tushy. "It...won't come out."

"Constipated?" You offer. "You're constipated?"

She smiled a cute sexy smile at you in response. She makes a gesture to hand her the bagel you've been holding. You comply.

"So you want me to...."

Priya holds the bagel in one hand and runs the opposite middle finger of her other hand slowly around the ring. Then her eyes flick up to yours and she locks gaze with you before placing the tip of her finger against the center and slowly pushing it into the tight hole. The act is playful, but it would be severe understatement call it "Suggestive."

"Manē gāṇḍamāṁ phasāvī dō... I... want you to loosen it... with your penis. Like a...Tēnē śuṁ kahēvāya... A enema."

You feel a stirring in your loins. This Indian cutie... wants you to stick it up her ass? You picture your dick sliding around her over-stuffed fudgetunnel, mashing and churning her turds and it begins to harden.

"Will you make love to my bottom? Your... ah...semen will... make ...the passage of ...er, my poo... easier."

You hesitate. Something in the back of your mind told you that this was strange. Sexy, but strange. Like your superego remembers growing up in a world where mixing fecal matter with sex was taboo, repulsive, and dangerous, and women did not commonly offer casual sex in public places. But it was ridiculous. Women -and society with them- became sexually liberated in the early sixties and there have been **** sold in every convenience store specifically tailored to eliminate health risks from the growing coprophilic community since the eighties. Sex in business establishments is protected by law, and a little foreign poo on you or in you was erotically trendy these days.

Again looking up at you and biting her lip, Priya opens her arms to welcome you in. You kneel down into the bags of feces, your pants getting filthy at the knees where they rub against the rim of the pit. You lean forward and kiss the petite woman. She immediately melts into your arms and her legs wrap around your waist. She moans as she feels your bulge press against the fabric of her panties.

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