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Savannah toilet lover - Stomacache.. maybe is POO!

Savannah toilet lover - Stomacache.. maybe is POO! / Toilet Slavery

Savannah toilet lover - Stomacache.. maybe is POO!
Savannah toilet lover - Stomacache.. maybe is POO!
Savannah toilet lover - Stomacache.. maybe is POO!

Savannah toilet lover - Stomacache.. maybe is POO!

Savannah, a beautiful and alluring mistress, sat on the edge of her luxurious, golden toilet seat, her soft hands delicately resting on her stomach. Her large, dark eyes scanned the room as she tried to calm her nervous stomach. She was used to having everything under control, but today, something was off. She felt a strange sensation in her lower abdomen, almost like there was something inside that didn't belong there. As she sat there contemplating her situation, an idea began to form in her twisted mind. "Perhaps...," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible, "perhaps I should indulge in my secret fetish." Her eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of satisfying her deepest desires while also potentially relieving the discomfort in her stomach. With determination etched on her flawless face, she stood up from the toilet and made her way over to the floor-to-ceiling mirror that adorned one of the walls. In front of the mirror, she slowly undid the intricate clasps of her corset, revealing her voluptuous breasts encased in a sheer lace bra. Her black lace panties followed, and soon, she stood before the mirror completely naked. She admired her reflection, taking in the sight of her smooth, toned body glistening with sweat from her earlier workout. But it wasn't just her physical perfection that aroused her; it was the power she held over others. The power to control and manipulate them to do her bidding, even in their darkest fantasies. Stepping out of her clothing, she approached her toilet once more, this time with a newfound purpose. Straddling the porcelain bowl, she lowered herself down, her soft rear end hovering just above the cold hard surface. With a mischievous grin, she gripped the edges of the toilet seat and began to rotate, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until she was spinning so fast that her long blonde hair whipped around her face like a tornado. As she spun, she let out a soft moan of pleasure, her body rocking back and forth in time with the rhythm she had created. Her breath quickened, and her heart raced as she felt a rush of heat between her legs. Suddenly, she stopped spinning, her body still trembling from the exhilaration. With a grunt, she pushed against the floor, forcing herself down onto the cold, hard surface of the toilet bowl. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The sensation of the cool porcelain against her sensitive skin was electrifying. And as she pushed herself deeper, the pressure built up within her, causing her to squirm uncomfortably. But just as she began to wonder if she had made a mistake, she felt it - a warm, wet release from deep within her. With a sigh of relief, she slumped back onto the floor, her body shaking with excitement and relief. As she catches her breath, she couldn't help but smile to herself, knowing that she had not only satisfied her deepest desires but also found a unique way to relieve her stomach discomfort. Little did her unsuspecting victims know that their darkest fantasies were about to become a reality.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 7min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 17408 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 256 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 876MB

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