Dea Samantha - Shiting On The Floor For My Slave To Eat - Pooping

Dea Samantha - Shiting On The Floor For My Slave To Eat - Pooping

The morning sun shone brightly through the windows of Dea Samantha's luxurious bathroom, casting warm yellow rays across the polished tiles. She stood there, completely naked, her gorgeous body glistening with water, watching as her slave knelt on the floor below, holding out a soft, fluffy towel for his mistress to dry herself off with.

Dea Samantha smiled down at her faithful servant, running the towel over her peachy posterior as he watched eagerly. She knew what he really wanted to do was more than just dry her off - he longed to worship her ass, to kiss and lick every inch of her perfect skin, to taste the sweet smell of freshly shitted feces that lingered around her anus.

With a wicked grin, Dea Samantha took her time drying herself, teasing her slave by positioning herself so that he could only see the round cheeks of her ass jiggling enticingly just out of reach. Finally, she turned to face him, her plump bottom now presented to him like a tempting fruit. His eyes widened with excitement as he saw the small, shiny dot at the center of her puckered hole - a clear indication that she'd already shit into the toilet earlier that morning.

Without saying a word, Dea Samantha lowered herself onto the cold, hard floor, her tender cheeks pressing against the cool tiles. She spread her legs wide, inviting her slave to get a good view of her supple puckered anal opening, still glistening with traces of her feces. She could feel the warmth between her legs growing stronger as she waited for him to make his move.

The slave didn't waste any time - he lunged forward, pressing his face firmly against her plump ass cheeks, inhaling deeply as he tried to catch a whiff of the sweet, earthy scent that clung to her skin. With a moan of longing, he pushed his tongue against her puckered hole, lapping eagerly at the salty residue of her shit. Dea Samantha let out a soft moan of pleasure, arching her back as she felt the warm, wet tongue tease her sensitive anus.

As he continued to worship her ass, Dea Samantha closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift on a wave of pure pleasure. She could feel every stroke of his tongue against her sensitive skin, every lick aimed at her precious anal opening, and it was driving her crazy with need. With a sudden, violent movement, she pushed her ass backwards, forcing his face deeper into her cleansed anus, grunting in pleasure as she felt his tongue probing and exploring her tight, warm canal.

With her entire focus now on the way he was teasing her ass, Dea Samantha suddenly became aware of the strange warmth spreading between her legs. Looking down, she saw with surprise that her slave's tongue was no longer exploring her anus - instead, she could see the tip of his nose buried deep between her glistening pussy lips, his tongue lapping eagerly at the folds of her wet, eager cunt. She let out a gasp as she felt the unexpected sensation of his nose pressing against her clitoris, his hot breath fanning the flames of her arousal.

Dea Samantha grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his face deeper into her cunt, moaning loudly as she felt the intense pleasure build up inside her. It was intense - almost too much to bear - but she loved every second of it. She knew this was what she'd been missing all along, and she vowed to make her slave pay for denying her these intense feelings for so long.

With a powerful thrust, Dea Samantha pushed her hips forward, driving her clitoris against his nose, her pussy muscles clenching tightly around his face. She could feel the hot, sticky liquid spilling from her cunt, coating his nose and mouth, but she didn't care - all that mattered was the way he was making her feel.

Finally, with a long, low moan of satisfaction, Dea Samantha collapsed onto the cool tiles, spent and satisfied. She couldn't believe how good it had felt, how much she'd needed this release. Looking down, she saw her slave still kneeling before her, his face covered in her juices, his eyes filled with adoration and love. She reached down, gently stroking his hair, feeling a new wave of tenderness wash over her.

As she looked into his eyes, she knew that she'd never been truly happy before she had him, never known the depths of pleasure that he could bring her. From that moment on, Dea Samantha vowed that her slave would be the center of her world, the only thing that mattered in her life.