Madame Ellen Expert in scat - Madame Ellen: spanish Toilet got filled 2 days with peet+shit, part 2

The second day of Madame Ellen's training began with the Spanish toilet being led back into the chambers. His body ached from the exertion of the previous day's activities, but his mind was still fixated on the thought of please his mistress. As he entered, he saw her standing by the side, a smirk on her face as she watched him struggle to keep up with her pace.

She didn't waste any time, immediately ordering him to his knees and presenting his ass for her inspection. Without any further instruction, he knew what was expected of him. He slowly lowered his pants and underwear to his ankles, revealing his tight ass and tiny but eager cock to her gaze. She ran her gloved hand over his smooth cheeks, giving them a hard slap that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Tell me, my little toilet," she began, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "do you think you've been through enough shit to clean my boots properly this time?" Before he could muster up an answer, she kicked him in the chest, sending him stumbling backward. She then stepped onto his lower back, and placed her boot on his face, ensuring he could smell the putrid mix of sweat, pee, and shit from the previous day's training. "Perhaps a reminder of your role is in order!" she sneered before lifting her skirt to give him a clear view of her pussy, dripping with fresh juices.

With that, she began to masturbate, her strokes matching the rhythm of his forced inhalation. He could feel her hot breath on his neck as she approached orgasm, and he knew what to expect next: more of her mouth-watering flavor released into the world. Sure enough, he felt her fingers unzipping and lowering her pants, and a moment later, he heard the familiar sound of her sweet ass cheeks smacking against his face. She was grinding her hips against his mouth, forcing her thick, hot load of cum deep into his throat. As he struggled to swallow every last drop, he could feel her gloved hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly, while the other continued to shove fistfuls of dirty laundry into his mouth. It was exquisite torture for him, but she clearly enjoyed every moment of it.

Finally, she pulled away, leaving his mouth watery and hungry for more. She removed her pants entirely, revealing the glorious sight of her perfect ass, still glistening with sweat and cum. Without saying a word, she guided him to his knees in front of her, and lowered his pants once again, revealing his tiny hard-on once more. She mounted him roughly, allowing him to feel the full weight of her body on top of him as she began to move, slamming him into the dirty floor. It wasn't long before he felt the familiar warmth spread between her legs, and he knew what was coming next. Sure enough, before long, she was grunting and groaning in orgasm, allowing another hot stream of piss to shoot onto his face. He couldn't have asked for a more perfect ending to this second day of training.