Face abuse by the professor was still like child's play. It's strange because when I get to the point where I get enema many times and leak a lot of feces, the humiliation of defecation torture leads me to a high level of masochistic pleasure. From my anus, the professor extracts a fecal mass with a couscous. This is irresistible. It is the worst humiliation for a woman. The professor picks up my stool clump and inserts it back into my anus. The anus is blocked with a lump of fecal matter that has been put out once. It's embarrassing and almost drives you crazy. However, as a masochist like me, that humiliation becomes a pleasure. "Professor, I feel like I'm falling more and more..." I muttered. When I say those words myself, the mysterious sexual feeling of M grows inside me. The professor put his finger deep into my poop-covered anus. "Oh, professor, please allow me to put my fingers in my butthole..." I pleaded, but the professor inserted many fingers deeper into my butthole, and finally anal fisting. I've even had a fuck. "My butt hole is cracked, no good, no good" My anus seems to have been an erogenous zone. By being anal fisted, a new pleasure overflowed in my brain.
