ScatqueensBerlin - Toilet Mouth P3

After a long hard day, Master Harry was happy to relax in his luxurious home, looking forward to a nice meal and some entertainment. He poured himself a glass of wine, then decided to watch one of his favorite videos on his computer - featuring his beloved ScatqueensBerlin dominating their toilet slaves. In the video, Lady Grace was currently sitting on her throne, her royal gown flowing around her as she presided over her loyal servant. The toilet slave, a young and handsome man dressed in tattered clothes, knelt before her, his eyes fixed on her shapely legs. He could smell her intoxicating aroma wafting through the air and felt a stirring deep within him. Lady Grace began to play with the poor toilet slave's desperate situation, taunting him with pieces of her latest creation. She teased him, making him believe that he might get to taste some of her divine treasures, when suddenly she shifted her weight on the throne. The slave felt a warm, wet mass pressing against his face, triggering an unexpected reaction. He opened his mouth eagerly, unable to control the intense desire taking over him. He knew what was about to happen and there was nothing he could do to resist it. As he felt the warm, soft lips of Lady Grace's anus touch his lips, he closed his eyes and accepted his fate. He was their toilet slave, meant to take care of their shit and enjoy it. Without any further hesitation, she pushed forward, and he felt her thick, juicy sphincter sliding past his lips. He opened his mouth wider, taking in as much of her feces-smeared lips as he could. It was heavenly - the taste, the smell, the feeling of her warmth filling his mouth. He worshiped her, kissing her inner thighs and ankles, leaving little traces of his devotion. To his surprise, she pushed even more, filling his throat with her delicious mound of shit. He gagged slightly, trying to express his discomfort, but she placed a hand gently on his head, calming him down. "That's it, my little toilet slave," she cooed. "You were born to serve me in this way." As he struggled to breathe through the massive blockage in his throat, he felt another, even larger pile pushing against him. Lady Grace had not finished with him yet. He knew what was coming next - another huge mass of her exquisite feces. And he was willing to take it, because he was hers, and she could do as she pleased with him. In the distance, he heard Master Harry chuckle softly, enjoying the show as much as he was. The toilet slave felt a wave of contentment wash over him, knowing that he was fulfilling his master's desires and earning his place in their twisted little world.