Mistress Anna Toilet - Mistress Anna - POV My Big Fat Shit

As you kneel before Mistress Anna Toilet, your eyes are fixated on her glorious behind. Your throat feels parched, eagerly anticipating the taste of her excrement. She smacks her luscious lips, signaling that it's time for you to perform your duty. Your heart races with excitement as you watch her lower herself ever so slowly onto the toilet bowl, her plump cheeks spreading ever wider apart.

With a grunt of pleasure, Mistress Anna releases a torrent of hot, steaming feces into the bowl. It's delivered directly to your mouth, prompting you to open wide as she commands. The scent of her shit fills your nostrils, mixing with the sweet aroma of her skin. You can feel the warmth of her ass on your tongue as you eagerly await your next command.

She pushes away from the toilet, leaving a trail of filth on your tongue. Her fingers trace over the greasy mess coating your face. "Now, slave," she says in her sultry voice, "it's time for you to clean up." Her hand sinks deep into her juicy pussy, providing a clear view of her wet, glistening folds.

Your tongue darts out instinctively towards her sex, tasting the tangy sweetness of her juices as they mix with the remains of her shit. You lap at her flesh hungrily, doing as you're told. "That's it," she moans, leaning back against the cool tile. "Keep eating me out, slave." She spreads her ass cheeks even wider, presenting you with a perfect view of her anus. Your tongue seeks entry, eager to explore the untouched depths.

Inch by agonizing inch, Mistress Anna lets you push your tongue deeper inside her taint. You swirl around in circles, teasing her sensitive walls with your scaly tongue tip. "Ahhhh..." she gasps, arching her back in pleasure. You've never seen her react like this before; it drives you wild with arousal.

She squeezes her thighs together, trapping your head between her plump cheeks. "I can feel how much you enjoy this, slave," she says, smirking down at you. "You should thank me for letting you worship my asshole." She waits for your response, watching intently as your cheeks quiver with anticipation of her next command.

The taste of her ass fills your mouth, an intoxicating blend of pleasure and filth. You can feel her body tremble as she reaches climax, hips bucking against your face. "Oh god, yes," she pants, hovering on the edge of ecstasy. "Eat my ass, pig." Her words echo through the room, reverberating off the walls and ceiling.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she releases you from her vice-like grip and steps away from the toilet, leaving you to clean up the mess you've made. With a heavy heart, you reluctantly pick up the toilet brush and scrub away the evidence of your depravity, longing for the chance to taste Mistress Anna Toilet again.