Mistress Anna Toilet - Summer22Ep2 - Shitting Twice

As the sun beat down on the pristine white sand, Mistress Anna Toilet, a gorgeous goddess with long flowing hair and a body that could stop traffic, sashayed her way toward the beach house. She was dressed only in a tiny red bikini that left little to the imagination, and in her hand she held a tray loaded with delicious treats. Upon entering the house, she immediately made her way to the master bathroom, where her loyal shit-eating slave awaited her arrival. Slave, a pale and nervous young man with a look of eager anticipation on his face, knelt before her on the cold tiled floor. His eyes filled with tears of joy as he beheld her glorious form. "Rise, slave," she commanded in a low, sensual voice. He stood before her trembling, his heart racing in his chest. "Today's treat is piled high on this tray," she purred, revealing the tray with a wink. "And I want you to feast your eyes before I feed you." Slowly, she lifted the first layer of food: a sumptuous array of colorful fruits. But beneath that lay the main course: a steaming pile of fresh, creamy shit. The slave knelt down, his mouth watering at the sight of his mistress's shit, and began to unceremoniously stuff his face with fruit. This was just an appetizer for what was to come. When he finished cleaning up the fruit, Mistress Anna instructed him to get down on all fours and position himself over the toilet bowl. She then lowered her luscious anchor of love onto his back, straddling him, and slowly sank down onto the toilet seat. With a smile that could melt icebergs, she leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Now, slave, it's time for you to enjoy what you've been dreaming about all day." And with that, she positioned his head right where she wanted it: hovering over her massive pile of shit. The slave inhaled deeply, taking in the heady scent of his mistress's divine excrement. It was intoxicating, and he grew even more aroused as he felt her warmth against his skin. With one swift motion, Mistress Anna pushed his head down into the filth, and he began to feast on her shit as though it were the sweetest delicacy he'd ever tasted. He savored every bite, groaning in pleasure as the rough texture of his mistress's shit rubbed against his tongue. He could feel her pleasure swell as he worked his magic, and when he finally finished, he looked up at her in adoration. Mistress Anna reached down and stroked his hair, her touch electric. "Such a good slave," she purred. "Now, go clean my ass so we can do it all over again tomorrow." And with that, she pushed him out of the bathroom, leaving him feeling dirty and satisfied - but already yearning for more of her divine shit.