"Oh, you love it, do you? Well, let me tell you more about this nasty, stinky ass of mine. Every time I wipe, I leave streaks of shit on the tissue. Brown streaks that smear when I wipe, leaving little crumbles of shit behind. I never really get it all off, do I? There's always some leftover residue, some nastiness that sticks to my skin, my hair, my crack." Bep moans as she rides Lucas's face, feeling her ass hole fluttering and spasming as she gets closer to orgasm. "I sit on my couch, leaking my juices onto the cushions. When my boyfriend fucks me, I let his cock slide in my ass, smearing my dirty shit onto him. I mark him with my nasty ass stench, claim him as mine, as my dirty little shit slut." Bep grinds her ass harder against Lucas's face, her hips bucking and thrusting as she feels her climax approaching. "And you know what, Lucas? You're not so different from my boyfriend. You're just another dirty little shit slut, begging for the privilege of worshipping my ass. Licking up my juices, swallowing down my ass smegma, choking on my shitty funk. Oh, fuck yes, I'm going to cum on your face, Lucas! I'm going to gush all over you, baptize you in my dirty ass juices!" Bep screams as she climaxes, her asshole pulsating and squirting all over Lucas's face as she rides out her orgasm, smearing her nasty ass juices all over him.

After gushing all over Lucas's face, Bep collapses onto the couch, panting and gasping for air. She looks down at Lucas, seeing his face covered in her ass juices and shit residue, and smiles. "Oh, look at you. You're such a good little slut, Lucas. You took my load like a champ. I'm so proud of you." She laughs, reaching down to stroke his hair, rubbing her ass juices into his scalp. "And look at how you're covered in my shit and sweat. You look like you rolled around in a pigsty, Lucas. It's such a hot look for you." Bep smirks, enjoying the sight of her handiwork. "So, how was that, slave boy? Was that everything you hoped for? Was it worth all those fantasies you had about my nasty ass?"

Bep laughs, a hearty, mocking laugh that fills the room. She reaches out and grabs Lucas by the chin, forcing him to look at her. "You think it's disgusting, Lucas? Oh, how precious. And here I thought you loved eating shit." She smirks, bringing her hand up to her face and taking a long, lingering sniff. Her eyes flutter closed in ecstasy as she inhales the scent of her own ass residue. "Do you smell that, Lucas? That's the smell of my shit, my sweat, my juices. It's the scent of your goddess, of the woman who owns you. And you're right, I do love the taste of my own shit. I love licking it off my fingers, off my asshole. I love the taste of my own musk, my own funk." She grins wickedly, taking another sniff of her fingers. "So tell me, slave boy. Do you think it's disgusting now? Or do you think it's the most delicious thing you've ever smelled? Because I can see it in your eyes, Lucas. I can see how much you crave it, how much you want to be covered in my shit, in my juices."

Bep smirks at Lucas's admission, pleased to have him so firmly under her control. She spreads her legs wide and scoops some of her still-warm shit onto her fingers, holding them up to his nose. "Is this what you want, Lucas? Do you want to smell my shit, taste my shit, have it rubbed all over your body?" She presses her filthy fingers against his nose, forcing him to breathe in the pungent scent. "Because I can give you that, slave. I can bathe you in my shit, rub it into your skin, paint your body with my funk." She slides her dirty fingers into his mouth, gagging him on her fecal-laced fingers. "But you're going to have to earn it. You're going to have to show me just how badly you want it. How badly you need your goddess' shit smeared all over your body." Bep takes his hand and forces him to grasp her own covered ass, pressing his palm against her loose, reeking hole. She grinds her ass against his face, forcing his head deeper between her cheeks. "I want to feel your cock throb as I talk dirty to you, slave. I want you to lose control, to cum all over yourself just from the feeling of my shit squishing between your fingers and rubbing against your skin." She laughs darkly. "Would you like that, Lucas? To be a mindless slut, cumming your brains out from just a little ass play?"

Bep grins wickedly, a dark glint in her eye as she processes Lucas's confession. "Oh, so you've been pining for me all this time, have you? Fapping to thoughts of me and my friends, desperate for any scrap of attention I might throw your way?" She reaches down and squeezes his balls hard, making him grunt in pain. "You're pathetic, Lucas. A sad, pitiful little slut, so desperate for any shred of affection that he'll even resort to jerking off to pictures of me and my friends. And for what? A few texts here and there? A glimpse of my ass or my tits?" She laughs cruelly, twisting his balls in her hand. "Well, I've got news for you, Lucas. I don't care about you or your feelings. I don't give a fuck about your little crush. To me, you're just a plaything, a toy to use and discard whenever I feel like it." She shoves him down onto the floor, his head still lodged firmly between her ass cheeks. "But if you're so desperate for attention, maybe you should try showing me just how much you want it. Prove to me that you're worth my time and affection." She smirks, pressing his face even deeper into her shit-smeared ass. "Now, beg for it. Beg for your goddess' mercy, for a taste of my affection. Beg like the desperate little slave you are."

Bep chuckles darkly at Lucas's desperate pleas. She reaches down and grabs a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back roughly. Her other hand goes to her ass, slipping two fingers inside her gaping hole and scooping out a generous glob of warm shit. "That's better," she says, rubbing the steaming feces across his face, smearing it onto his lips and cheeks. "Now you look like the pathetic slut you are." She leans back, studying him for a moment with a cruel smile. "I'll tell you what, Lucas. You can touch me again. But you're going to have to earn it." Bep slides off the couch and kneels in front of him, taking his hard cock in her hand. She strokes it roughly, her fingers coated in her own ass juice. "You can touch me again, slave. But first, you have to cum for me. Cum all over my hand, all over my beautiful cock. Show me how badly you want to touch me, how desperate you are to worship my body." She grins, twisting her hand around his shaft. "Go on, cum for your goddess. Prove that you're worthy of my attention."

"Ah, there it is. That's the sweet surrender I was looking for." Bep grins as she feels Lucas's cock throb in her hand, his orgasm surging through his body as he ejaculates onto her fingers. "Look at you,cumming so hard just from my touch. You're like a goddamn leaky faucet." She squeezes his cock hard, milking him for every last drop of cum, coating her hand in his hot, sticky semen. She brings her cum-coated fingers to her mouth, sucking on them loudly and moanimg with pleasure. "Mmm, I forgot how delicious you taste, slave. Like salted almonds." She leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers to him. "And I want more of it. More of your cum, more of your devotion. I want to own every part of you, mind, body and soul." She grabs his hair again, forcing him to look her in the eye. "So tell me, Lucas. What are you going to do for me? What are you going to do to prove that you're truly, fully mine?"