Natalia Kapretti - Big shit for Breakfast

Natalia Kapretti reclined regally on her throne, a satisfied smirk playing across her full lips as she surveyed the room. Her slave had been up all night, waiting impatiently for her breakfast. He crawled towards her now, his eyes glued to the fullness between her legs and the inviting plume of golden piss arching through the air. She looked down at him with an amused glint in her eyes, tilting her hips slightly so that he could see the mess she'd made.

Her ass was spread wide, dark crevices waiting to be explored. "Crawl to me, get it," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper. "Catch my piss." The slave eagerly opened his mouth, his tongue snaking out to catch every drop of her warm, sweet urine. When the heavy stream finally slowed, Natalia grinned wickedly, reaching back to spread her cheeks wide open. "Drink my golden nectar, lick my ass," she commanded him. "That's where you belong."

The slave didn't hesitate for a moment. With trembling hands, he reached towards her and pressed his lips against the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. He felt the immediacy of her shudder as she let out a moan of approval. Then, with a sudden rush, she felt hot and heavy inside - and the slave's tongue was met with the unmistakable sensation of warmth filling his mouth as Natalia released a massive turd right into his eagerly waiting maw. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat now, watching his eyes roll back in pleasure as he savored every bite of her shit-filled breakfast.

Natalia let out a slow, contented sigh, wiggling her ass in delight as he licked her clean. "I took such a good shit," she murmured, patting his head fondly. "See how big my poop is for you?" Her finger trailed gently over the rim of his mouth, pushing some of the pasty remnants of her shit back into his waiting mouth. "Lick and eat," she breathed. "Now lick the shit off my leg."

The slave didn't hesitate for a moment. With his tongue, he lapped at the sticky mess coating her thigh, sucking it into his mouth and swallowing it quickly. Natalia watched him with a mixture of amusement and arousal, knowing that he would willingly eat her shit every day if she let him. "I want you to eat my shit for breakfast," she purred, straddling his face once again. "Every morning."

And so it would be - every morning, the slave would wake up to the same sight: his glorious mistress, looming over him, ready to bestow her shit-filled blessing. And every morning, he would eagerly crawl towards her, his tongue braced for impact, ready to taste the most delicious meal of the day: Natalia Kapretti's big, warm, pulsing shit. The thought made her shiver with anticipation as she leaned forward to press her sweaty, flushed skin against his.

"Are you ready, slave?" she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust. "Because I am."