MissAlessaMilano - In the free seat he gets something from me

MissAlessaMilano - In the free seat he gets something from me

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As I stood over him, my gaze never left the slave's eyes. He was lying on the floor of the construction site, his body tense, anticipating what was to come next. I was MissAlessaMilano, and he was at my mercy. "You know why you're here, don't you?" My voice was cold and commanding. He nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from mine. "Good boy," I purred, taking a step closer. I lowered myself slightly, bending forward so that my skirt hiked up, revealing the lacy edges of my thong. The slave's breath hitched in his throat as he caught a glimpse of what was to come. "You're here for my toilet, slave," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "You will worship my toilet, and you will never forget who it belongs to." Slowly, I reached down between my legs and gripped the metal edge of my toilet seat firmly. With a swift motion, I lifted it off the ground, revealing the porcelain throne beneath. The slave's eyes went wide with desire and anticipation as he watched me carry it over to him. "Kneel before your mistress," I commanded, placing the toilet seat gently in front of him. He hesitated for a moment before kneeling down, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. "Open your mouth," I ordered, and he did as he was told. I positioned the toilet seat's edge against his lips, teasing him as I slowly lowered it onto his tongue. His eyes rolled back in his head as he tasted me, savoring the faint hint of pee that clung to the porcelain. "Suck on it," I growled, my voice deeper than ever before. "Make it clean for your mistress." He took the toilet seat into his mouth, sucking hard on it as I watched, my heart racing with excitement. This was power, pure and simple. This was the free seat, and he was lucky enough to get something from me. As he worked, his tongue dancing over every inch of the toilet seat, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He was mine, body and soul, and he would do anything for the chance to please me. And so he continued, cleaning my toilet seat with his mouth, until I was satisfied. Only then did I allow him to stand up, his face flushed with shame and desire. "Good boy," I murmured, ruffling his hair. "Now, go fetch me some water." And he did, running to the nearby construction site to retrieve a bucket of water for his mistress. The cycle would continue, over and over again, until I decided it was time for him to move on. But for now, I had his full attention, and he was mine.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 3min.
Video Info: 3840x2160 Pixel @ 20480 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 317 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 490MB