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Goddess Tempest - Broken Toilet 10 - Sleepy Shit Swallower

Goddess Tempest - Broken Toilet 10 - Sleepy Shit Swallower / Toilet Slavery

Goddess Tempest - Broken Toilet 10 - Sleepy Shit Swallower
Goddess Tempest - Broken Toilet 10 - Sleepy Shit Swallower
Goddess Tempest - Broken Toilet 10 - Sleepy Shit Swallower

Goddess Tempest - Broken Toilet 10 - Sleepy Shit Swallower

Divine Goddess Tempest relaxes in her luxurious bed, reclining against soft pillows with a satisfied smirk on her lips. She knows that even though her bathroom toilet is functioning perfectly fine, she can still indulge in her twisted desires by summoning her faithful toilet slave to attend to her most intimate needs. As the unsuspecting slave receives a call from his Mistress, he quickly answers, his heart racing with anticipation of what she might have in store for him. His eyes widen when he hears her seductive voice on the other end of the line. "Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead," she croons, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. "It's time for your morning routine." Without further instruction, the slave rushes over to his Mistress's lavish home, his mind already spinning with thoughts of what he's about to experience. He arrives at the door, terrified yet aroused by the knowledge of what awaits him. Upon entering her chamber, he finds Goddess Tempest propped up on her bed, one leg draped over the side. Her voluptuous figure is adorned only by a silk robe that barely manages to conceal her luscious curves. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she gestures towards the toilet bowl situated behind her. The slave hesitates for only a moment before kneeling down next to the porcelain throne. As he leans in, his lips brushing against the cool metal of the toilet rim, he feels a gentle nudge against his cheek. Turning his head slightly, he sees two plump turds staring back at him from the depths of the toilet bowl. Without a word, he opens his mouth wide and begins to lap at the viscous fluids coating the surface of the water. He groans in delight as the taste of his Mistress's ass fills his senses, driving him to new heights of depravity. As he laps away, he feels a warm, thick glob of shit touch his tongue. Before he can react, another follows, then another. Soon enough, Goddess Tempest has filled his mouth with a veritable feast of her shit. He struggles to swallow it all, his cheeks bulging like a chipmunk's as he tries to keep up with her relentless onslaught. But despite the discomfort, he can't deny the thrill coursing through his veins. Finally, when it seems like there's no more room left in his belly for her filth, Goddess Tempest lets out a satisfied sigh. She leans back against her pillows, watching as her slave struggles to keep from retching. "That's a good boy," she murmurs softly, running a fingers through his hair. "Now clean me up." Without further prompting, the slave plunges his hands into the toilet bowl, scrubbing vigorously at the remaining traces of his Mistress's shit. He kneads the soft flesh of her asshole, massaging it gently as he cleans. His cock twitches in anticipation of what might come next. As he works, Goddess Tempest watches him with a mix of amusement and arousal. She smirks, knowing that she holds all the power in this twisted relationship. And yet, despite her control, there's an undercurrent of vulnerability that runs through her veins. A need for this kind of degradation that keeps her coming back for more. Perhaps it's this duality - the power and the submission, the control and the desire for control - that makes their relationship so addictive. Or maybe it's simply the thrill of breaking boundaries and pushing limits that keeps them both coming back, again and again.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 15min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 2172 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 161 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 246MB

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