ItalScat - Ass Bath Drinking with Spits

Alessia felt the itch around her anus growing more persistent with each passing moment. It had been bothering her since she had finished her morning run, and despite multiple attempts to soothe the irritation, nothing seemed to work. She knew exactly what she needed to do - an ass bath. As she entered her spacious bathroom, her eyes wandered over to the gleaming marble basin sitting on a stand. The water within appeared crystal clear and inviting. She unzipped her pants, slid down her underwear, and kicked off her shoes before stepping out of her pants. Her ass, perfectly round and supple, glistened with a thin layer of sweat. Alessia grabbed the soap and gently lathered it up into a rich, creamy foam. Slowly, she began to work the soap between her cheeks, taking her time to clean every inch of her anus. It felt amazing as the warm, soapy water dragged away the remaining dirt and sweat. Once she was satisfied with the cleanliness of her ass, Alessia decided to up the ante. She grabbed a cup containing Ferrarelle mineral water and poured it into the basin, filling it up to the brim. As the cool mineral water mixed with the soap suds, a fresh, invigorating aroma filled the air. At this point, Alessia's natural curiosity got the better of her. She leaned over the basin, her magnificent ass hanging tantalizingly over the edge. Without warning, she spat a long, thick stream of saliva and catarrh into the water. It splashed against her ass and mixed with the water, creating a nauseatingly familiar concoction. "What an incredible mess!" she thought, her heart pounding with anticipation. She couldn't wait to see how far her toilet slave would go to please her. With a wicked grin on her face, Alessia reached down and pulled the toilet slave close. He was a young and eager man, willing to do anything to please his mistress. With a nod of encouragement, she handed him the basin. It was now his turn to show her just how far he was willing to go. With shaking hands, the slave took the basin and brought it to his lips. He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath before tilting the basin back. The sickly sweet liquid sloshed around inside, and he could feel his stomach churning with revulsion. But he knew this was what Alessia wanted. So, he took a sip. And then another. And another. He was determined not to disappoint his mistress, even as the revulsion turned to outright nausea. The water was thick and slimy, and it tasted of sweat and dirt. But he kept drinking, somehow finding the strength to finish the entire basin. When he was finished, Alessia applauded lightly, her eyes gleaming with admiration. She reached down and stroked the slave's cheek, her fingers tracing softly over his lips. "Well done, my little toilet slave," she murmured. "You've pleased me beyond measure." As the slave slipped away to clean up the mess, Alessia couldn't help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction. The ass cleaning had been beyond enjoyable, and she was eager to try it again soon. She stepped out of the basin, her naked body glistening with water and sweat. Ignoring the faint echo of retching from the toilet next to her, Alessia walked over to her closet and picked out a sumptuous bathrobe. She tied it tightly around her waist, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. For now, the itch was gone, and she could focus on the next thrill that would come her way.