Mistress Anna Toilet - 170 Farting your shitty breakfast

As Mistress Anna Toilet diligently attended to her morning business, her loyal slave diligently prepared her well-deserved breakfast. It was a promise made and obligation fulfilled; just as the slave had spent the past night attached to her ass, breathing in her divine aroma and practicing his tongue on her tight anus, so too had his mistress ensured that he would be rewarded with the warmth and nourishment a loving submissive deserves. The mistress slowly lowered her panties, revealing a plump, dripping asshole that beckoned to be devoured by his slave. She planted her feet firmly on the floor, taking her time to indulge in the delicious scent rising from her backdoor. With a satisfied sigh, she slowly pushed down her pants, revealing a perfectly formed pussy coated in her own juices from last night's numerous orgasms. The mistress groaned at the thought of what was yet to come. The slave hastened to prepare the sumptuous feast that awaited his beloved mistress. He had spent hours getting everything just right; from the crispy bacon to the fluffy pancakes and the freshly squeezed orange juice. All the while, his mind was flooded with thoughts of tasting her divine asshole, slurping up her creamy cum, and inhaling every last drop of her morning breath. Finally, the moment arrived. With a flourish, the slave presented his masterpiece: a feast fit for a queen, complete with a perfectly cooked egg yolk sunny side up. He grabbed a pair of tongs and lifted the succulent food to his mistress's mouth, teasingly brushing her lips with the delicacies she had waited all night for. As she gratefully accepted her meal, her slave dared to whisper his request between bites. "May I please, my lady, taste your morning shit?" The mistress took another bite, savoring the taste of the food in her mouth before answering with a smirk. "Of course, my slave. To serve me is your duty, and that means indulging in all of my pleasures." With that, she reached behind her, spreading her cheeks wide and exposing her glistening asshole. The slave could not contain his excitement as he knelt down beside her, positioning himself between her legs. He took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his mistress's morning shit. With trembling hands, he reached out and tentatively touched his tongue to her anus. A moan escaped her lips as he began to explore her tight opening with delicate laps of his tongue. She groaned in approval as he continued, slowly working his tongue deeper inside her. Soon, he felt the familiar warmth and wetness settle in his mouth as he tasted his mistress's morning shit for the first time. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before; salty, musky, and unmistakably hers. He savored every last drop, eager to please his mistress in any way he could. He looked up at her, seeking approval for his actions. "Mmmm, that's it, my slave. Drink it all in." With renewed determination, he began lapping up the remnants of her shit, cleaning her perfect asshole with his tongue. Finally, he felt his mistress's legs clamp together around his head, signaling the end of his oral duties for now. Satisfied and feeling warm and fuzzy inside, the slave finally leaned back to watch his mistress finish her meal. He couldn't wipe the grin off his face as he thought about what lay ahead: more ass worship, more cum tasting, and countless other pleasures courtesy of his adored Mistress Anna Toilet.