Toilet Slaves Scatology - Two Girls, One Bowl - Part 2

Toilet Slaves Scatology - Two Girls, One Bowl - Part 2

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Ahmya looked down at her loyal toilet slave, who had finished every last drop of her piss and snot mixture with a satisfied grin. She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with mischief. It was time to take their little game to the next level. "Now," she purred, "it's time for some real slave training." Ahmya positioned herself over the toilet bowl, her perfect behind just inches above its edge. She lowered her panties, revealing her plump, puckered asshole, still glistening with her own juices. "Open your mouth, slave," she commanded. "And when I say 'go,' you'll stick your tongue in my ass." The slave nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. Ahmya leaned forward and gave him a playful smack on the cheek. "Remember," she warned, "no talking. Just do as you're told." The slave nodded again, his eyes locked onto her juicy backdoor. He could already feel his cock beginning to stir in his pants, eager for the chance to taste his mistress's forbidden hole. Without further warning, Ahmya pushed her ass up into the air, presenting her tight pucker to the eager slave. "Go on," she breathed, "tongue my asshole." The slave could feel his own saliva pooling in his mouth, but he couldn't resist the urge. He opened his mouth wide and pushed his tongue forward, eagerly exploring the warm, tight folds of Ahmya's asshole. She groaned in pleasure, her body shuddering with ecstasy as she felt her slave's tongue lapping at her most intimate place. "Good boy," she whispered, leaning back against the cool surface of the toilet bowl. She reached down between her legs, her fingers finding the hardened length of his cock. She squeezed gently, feeling the hot, pulsing veins beneath his skin. "Now," she purred, "it's your turn." With a wicked smile, Ahmya lowered herself down until her ass was just above the golden soup of piss and cake in the toilet bowl. She spread her cheeks wide, inviting her slave to taste her most private places. "Go ahead, slave," she said, her voice a low, seductive whisper. "Taste my ass, and then taste the soup." The slave couldn't believe his luck. His tongue darted between Ahmya's cheeks, teasing her tender rosebud before diving deep into her tight, warm hole. He moaned in pleasure as he felt her muscles clench around his tongue, her walls pulsing with excitement. And then, he lowered his head to the golden soup below. He grabbed handfuls of Ahmya's hair, pulling her closer as he lapped up the warm, salty-sweet mixture from the bowl. His cock throbbed with need, aching for release as he felt the hot, wet sensation of Ahmya's ass on his tongue and the cool, smooth texture of the bowl beneath his chin. Ahmya moaned again, her body rocking back and forth against the toilet bowl. She could feel the slave's tongue dancing around her ass, teasing her with each flick and lick. And she loved it. This was power. This was control. This was the ultimate in toilet slavery. The slave continued to worship at Ahmya's ass and the golden soup beneath her, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her next command. And when she finally spoke, her voice was like honey dripping from the tongue of a temptress. "Clean me up, slave," she purred. "And then taste yourself on my ass." The slave's eyes widened in shock, but he couldn't resist the chance to please his mistress. With trembling hands, he reached into the bowl and scooped up a handful of the golden soup. Then, he raised his head, his tongue curling in anticipation as he prepared to taste himself on Ahmya's ass. As he pushed his tongue against her tight opening, he felt the warm, wet mixture of piss and cake slide down his throat.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 12min.
Video Info: 720x480 Pixel @ 4743 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 192 kb/s
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Size: 429MB