Natalia Kapretti - Eat shit, this your responsibilities, husband-toilet

Natalia Kapretti, clad in her favorite lingerie, sat down on the couch opposite her husband. Despite the luxurious vacation they were on, it had been a tense few days. Steadying her gaze, she slowly took off her heels and placed them gently by her side. Her husband watched with bated breath as she uncrossed her legs revealing soft, wet underwear.

She smirked at his nervousness and shook her head slowly. "Looks like you're relaxed, faggot," she purred. "But you'll soon tense." She stood up abruptly and began to undulate her hips, her cascading curls falling over her shoulder in seductive waves. "And don't you dare cross me," she added, her voice trembling with anticipation. Reaching down to her knees, Natalia gestured for her husband to get on his knees on the couch. "Good fuck in ass helps prevent prostatitis," she explained casually, straddling his face. "I will fuck you with my fist in the ass and put a cork, so stop bleating there," she commanded authoritatively as she pushed his head into her pink folds. "Shut up and don't stop me from having fun." With slow, methodical strokes, Natalia began to ride her husband's face, her moans of pleasure muffled by his skin. Her tight, puckered anus glided across his nose and upper lip, taunting him with its forbidden flavor. "Oh yes," she groaned, "I want to have fun with you today." Suddenly, she dismounted and stood up, her fingers already busy at her slick slit. "Lick my pussy," she panted, "and I'll let you fuck me." Her hips rocked back and forth, her eyes closed in ecstasy as he worked his magic. It wasn't long before she threw her head back, arching her spine in response to his expert ministrations. "Fuck me, you piece of shit," she cried out. Her husband grabbed her hips, burying himself to the hilt inside her yielding warmth. He tried to focus on the feeling of his wife's body surrounding him, but it was difficult not to be distracted by her pungent scent and the rushing sound of her impending orgasm. As she started to climax, her muscles clamped down on his shaft, her walls pulsing rhythmically around him. Natalia collapsed onto the couch, panting heavily. "Quickly, lay down on the floor," she commanded breathlessly. "Now, I want to shit." She positioned herself carefully above him, her cloudy, half-lidded gaze fixed on his face. Slowly, she sank down onto his tongue, her bowels convulsing violently and releasing a thick, hot stream of feces. He began to twitch and retch as the disgusting mixture filled his mouth, but Natalia held him firmly in place with a single hand. She leaned down, her hot breath fanning his face as she whispered in his ear. "What great pile of shit," she cooed. "Chew, eat, get used to my shit." Her husband struggled to breathe through his disgust and humiliation, tears streaming down his face. But Natalia didn't seem to notice or care. She sat back on her haunches, a slow smirk spreading across her face. "You're an utter schmuck," she drawled, her gaze distant and cold. "My toy, my fuck hole, and my toilet. Accept it." She paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing in contemplation. "This is your purpose," she continued, her voice dropping to a low, threatening growl. "And your responsibilities." Then, she slid off him and stood up, wiping her arse with a wad of tissues. "Now clean yourself up," she commanded with a flick of her wrist. "We'll see about getting you some fresh air later." As she walked away, leaving behind a trail of dirt and disgust, her husband remained where he was - numb, broken and completely at her mercy.