Me As A Toilet PIg by Toilet

I am in a confined space, very warm and full of scents. I must wait, my life is only waiting for her. She will come, She always comes. I dont know her face. Only her voice and lovely bottom, And that is of course enough for a toilet pig as me. When she opens the toilet door, my eyes hurt because of the light. And then is all black again. Some times she lights the red lamp, sometimes she does not. I am lucky maybe sometimes  as she opens the lid, and i can see her lovely buttocks. Like a languid animal she places herself comfortable.
So lovely and natural. First she farts and I take the lovely and intimate scent in my nostrils. I inhale deep i cant help craving this deepest  intimacy...

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