Chinese Scat Love - Big Ass Goddess Shoots Holy Water through Her Sexy Tight Leggings and Makes the Toilet Slave Licks H

As the toilet slave knelt before his mistress, he couldn't help but stare in awe at her divine beauty. The goddess Virgo, a woman of Chinese descent, stood before him, her imposing figure draped in a tight-fitting outfit that accentuated every curve. Her long, luscious hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her eyes blazed with intensity. Without uttering a word, Virgo made it clear that she had business to attend to. She lowered her astonishing ass over the toilet bowl and began to flex her muscles, causing the leggings to stretch taut around her milky-white cheeks. Suddenly, a stream of holy water erupted from her tight sphincter, shooting through the material of her leggings and into the bowl below. The scent of her sacred musk filled the air, perfuming the very atmosphere itself. The toilet slave watched, mesmerized, as the liquid splashed noisily against the ceramic surface. He could hear Virgo's measured breathing, feel her intense gaze piercing through him. Without warning, Virgo commanded him to remove his tongue from his mouth and place it on the cold, hard floor. "I want you to lick up every last drop of my holy water, slave," she commanded, her voice a low rumble. "Prove to me that you are worthy of serving a goddess like myself." The toilet slave hesitated for only a moment before placing his tongue on the ground. He felt the coolness of the tile against his skin, and the rough texture of the dirt. He could taste a faint hint of soap from where Virgo had washed before assuming her position over the toilet. Rising slowly to his feet, the slave Plantar stretched out his legs and positioned himself at the foot of the dais that Virgo had been standing upon. Looking up at her, he could see the pride in her eyes, the satisfaction of a goddess who was finally being worshipped as she truly deserved. "Now, slave," Virgo said, her tone softening just slightly. "Use your tongue to cleanse my feet. Pay special attention to the areas between my toes, where I know you will find my sweetest scent." With trembling hands, the toilet slave reached up to grab a hold of Virgo's feet, his lips brushing against the edge of one leather-clad foot as he worked his way up to her ankles. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, feel the pounding of her heart as she braced herself against his touch. And so it continued, for what seemed like an eternity. Virgo would periodically stop him and order him to lick some other part of her body, from her thighs to her navel to her breasts. Each time, the slave Plantar would obediently comply, his tongue probing and exploring every inch of her perfect flesh. Finally, satisfied with his servitude, Virgo released him from her command. She turned away from him, her back still turned as she spoke. "You may stand up now, slave," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But remember, I am always watching. And should you falter in your devotion to me... well, let's just say that there will be consequences." As the toilet slave rose slowly to his feet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence towards his goddess. He knew that he was blessed to be in her presence, and that he had been chosen by her to serve her in the most intimate of ways. And so he bowed his head in humble submission, vowing to serve Virgo faithfully until the end of his days.