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The director was whispering that the punters couldn't actually see her tongue with her lips pressed in so, and it was as she pulled back a classy mature little, lips coming aside, and with a head turn just enough that the camera could capture her pink muscle wriggling inside the man's colon. The first warning was the chap whimpering, not a pleased sound but alarm. The process overall was quick a second or two, maybe three. He started to pull away, but Jenny's legs were locked behind his head, so he couldn't go anywhere, really. There was a blast of wind which hit her square in the face, and as she was recoiling, back, down, to the side, the gush of shit simply exploded. That first shot was textured like porridge, and it hit her in the mouth, splattering up her face, down to her neck, clouds of it in her hair, and yes, she hadn't closed her mouth fully, so for the first time in her life, little Jenny had human faeces in her mouth. The reaction was automatic, her head turned sharply, and the shit was expelled by the spontaneous projectile vomit that shot out, over her stallion's left leg, her own hair and the bed covers. Whilst this was happening a second perhaps more traditional turd has escaped it's enclosure and leapt like a seal onto the ice-floe of her right ear embedding itself in the area in a general sort of way. By this point her legs had unlocked, and her body was in automatic, her hands and feet crawling her away from the brown fountain of horror, but, sadly, not quite quickly enough as a final third convulsion dropped a hot tube of crap right between her tits. You'd have thought, given how much time was generally taken up making sure your talent was feeling fine, so, there'd always be drinks and food and the like, much pampering and generally a feeling of fun on a set, that when the saw their screw du joir getting literal shit in the face, that they'd spring to action. Instead, as Jenny dared to open one encrusted eye, most of them were just staring. The camera was still rolling. It took what felt like half a day before someone asked if she was OK. Well, looking back on it, yes, she'd been OK, but at the time, this was the wrong question to ask. Jenny had seen shit, obviously her own, but one boyfriend had liked to make her watch him having a movement. She'd even touched it, albeit whilst wearing gloves. Same boyfriend, shortly before he became one of dozens of exes. None of that could possibly compare to have you face plastered by a stranger's evening meal whilst being intently watched by five or six professionals in your field. So Jenny had 'thrown a wobbler'. There had been screaming, crying, a shower that lasted for hours. Consoling tones met by guttural anguish. Professional reprimands with mild violence. Now, see, Jenny would come to know that events like these are not as rare as you might think in the world of professional copulation. Most girls had some experience being shat on to some extent, it was more or less unavoidable. The girls would usually take an enema, especially before shooting but for some, including Jenny, it was, these days a simple part of normal morning ablutions. Shit, shower, shave, blast cold water up the anus until it runs clear. When you liked to have dicks popped up there it was simple politeness. The chaps didn't normally bother, of course, unless the scene was being done specifically for arse work, rimming, pegging, fisting etc. Even then many of them went without and so having the team get involved in preparation was not uncommon. I'm going to guess that, by now, if you're still reading, the thought of a young blonde girl with a face covered in crap is at least intriguing, otherwise I'm sure you'd have skipped on to later stuff. So, one piece of knowledge I'll give to you, as Jenny once gave to me. If that's your kind of thing, and you ever get anywhere near a porn director, know that in the circle they trade all that stuff. Everything they couldn't publish, they'll have it all on tape, or on hard-drives. They'll show you, if you ask nicely. You remember Jillian Visitor? Page three girl, nice tits, kept going on the telly as the acceptable face of 'glamma'? Only softcore and simulated hardcore, right? Ask someone in porn and they'll likely be able to show you pretty little Jillian Visitor getting raped. Not playing a rape scene, but getting beaten up and fucked against her will. So, maybe you'll get that simply seeing a pornstar get her face pebble-dashed in literal crap isn't all that big a deal. Most of the big names have had it happen. Some even liked it. Katya Kumming, never even did anal on camera but was seriously into scat off it. True Story. By the time Jenny had come out of the shower a few things had changed. “Yes, Ma’am”, he mumbled, his words classy mature already muffled by the tit in his mouth. Of course during the night, my problems came up. "No, sir, please. My hips swayed. I shuddered, my hands finding the zipper at the back. Take it all the way in.”, the black man said to me as I slurped on his entire long cock. Her wings hummed now. Heather, who was listening, but not saying much, caught the pregnant moment between the two “since” words and wondered what that was about. Her face contorted in horror as she watched the string of the bow pulled back. “Okay.” Meanwhile, Ben can’t find a lead pencil Classy Euro Amateur Masturbating in Her Debut 6:0 to do his crossword puzzle and quietly leaves the kitchen in search of one. "Well, then try to be sexy, you know? Little did they know that Yo-jong’s screaming Teasing classy beauty bangs old dude had alerted Song that something was happening. “You know why they put these mints on the pillows?” she asked, to which Ethan had no clue. I need to get started, don't I?” looking directly into Kitsunes' eyes. “If you think I have that kind of money sitting around in the bank you’re an even bigger idiot than I realized. The view only made me pick up the stride, and as the rocking gained intensity and severity, Carol’s tits jiggled, knocking the other back and forth. "That's the most RIDICULOUS thing I've ever heard," she exclaimed suddenly making me jump, "This has to be some sort of joke!"


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