Mistress Anna Toilet - Shitty facesitting

Mistress Anna Toilet is back with another naughty and scatological adventure. She greets you at her lavish toilet throne, clad only in a seductive black latex bodysuit that accentuates her shapely curves. Her glistening black latex boots drip with a thick, ominous substance that makes your cock twitch with anticipation. As she beckons you closer, Mistress Anna Toilet casually wraps a leather belt around your waist, pulling it tight enough to leave a mark but not quite enough to choke you. Suddenly, she smirks wickedly and yanks on the end of the belt, pushing your face deep into her steaming pile of shit. "Now that we've got the setup," she hisses into your ear, her hot breath tickling the back of your neck, "it's time for some fun." Your mouth is instantly filled with the metallic tang of feces as she starts grinding her ass into your face. With each thrust, she lets out a long, rumbling fart that shakes your shoulders and forces more of her waste into your mouth. She continues this hammer-and-tong approach for several minutes until you start to gag and choke on the overwhelming stench and taste. "Are you ready to beg for more?" she taunts, her voice echoing off the gold-plated walls of her lavish chambers. "Beg me to shit all over your pathetic face." Desperate for air and drowning in a sea of shit, you can't help but cry out: "Please, Mistress Anna Toilet! I'll do anything! Just let me breathe..." Her devious grin spreads across her face like wildfire. "I was hoping you'd say that," she says softly, before slamming her ass down onto your face again, this time grinding harder than before. Her farts are coming faster now, each one more potent than the last, filling your nose and throat with an overpowering stench that makes you want to vomit. As time goes on, you can feel her ass relax as she readies herself for another huge shit. The stink fills the room, and without warning, hot, sticky feces start pouring from her asshole onto your face. She takes her time, allowing you to taste every delicious morsel of her shit, before finally leaning forward and letting out a long, satisfied sigh. "That's what I like to see," she purred, stroking your hair with the heel of her boot. "A nice, filthy mess everywhere." Her words send shivers down your spine, and despite the horrific situation you find yourself in, you can't help but agree that this is exactly the kind of filth you've been craving.