Scat-Girls - Toiletslave at Toiletlevel Lady2

In the privacy of their lavish bathroom, the second Lady relished the unwavering devotion of her faithful toiletslave. Dressed in her elegant attire, she stood regally over the kneeling servant, her pearl-white anus glistening invitingly. Her gaze bore into the trembling eyes of the slave, who could hardly contain his excitement at the sight of her flawless body about to be defiled. With a malicious smirk, the Lady lowered herself onto the pig-like slave's face, pressing her distended asshole flush against his gaping mouth. The stench of her feces-filled colon hit him like a tidal wave, causing his nostrils to flare and his cheeks to quiver. Without warning, she released an enormous shitload into his waiting mouth, filling him to the brim with the warm, sleazy mixture of her shit and piss. Moaning with pleasure, she watched as the slave struggled to swallow all of her filth, his Adam's apple bouncing up and down convulsively. She loved seeing the way he worshiped her ass, taking each and every load she gave him without complaint. As he licked his lips, cleaning any remaining residue from her asshole, she could feel her pussy growing wet with anticipation. Grinding her hips against his face, she let out a low groan of pleasure. "You're such a good little toiletslave," she purred, her breath hot against his ears. "Swallow it all down, and maybe I'll let you taste my pussy next." The mere hint of this possibility sent shivers of lust coursing through the servant's body. He opened his mouth wider, eagerly accepting the next torrent of her shit. She continued to pile it on, layer after layer, until the slave felt like he was drowning in her filth. And yet, he would do anything to keep pleasing her. Finally, she pulled away, her asshole glistening with a thick layer of sweat and excrement. Slowly, she turned her back to him, presenting her wet, puckered hole. "You may have your reward now, my toiletslave," she said, her voice husky with desire. With trembling hands, the slave reached out, slowly parting her moist folds. He couldn't believe his luck as his tongue found its way into her hungry entrance. She threw her head back in pleasure, arching her back as he lapped at her clit like a hungry dog. Within moments, she was cumming hard, her pussy milking his face as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Collapsing onto the floor, she panted heavily, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. The toiletslave lay beneath her, exhausted but satisfied, knowing that he had pleased his Mistress immensely. He would gladly clean up her messes, taste her shit and lap at her pussy for as long as she desired it, for he was hers alone, her very own toiletslave.