Natalia Kapretti - Friend and Hostess fucked my Toilet Shit eater

As I opened the door to my opulent bathroom, I heard the distinct sound of Natasha's high heels clicking against the marble flooring. "Good morning, Natalia," she cooed, her accent thick and alluring. "I must say, I've always admired your taste in décor, especially this little toilet corner you've created." Her eyes darted to the corner of the room, where a shiny ebony toilet stood. It was the epitome of luxury, with intricate details etched into its bowl and a gleaming golden rim. "Thank you, dear Natasha," I purred, walking towards her. "I must admit, I couldn't help but create something so... fascinating." I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "You see, this toilet doesn't just flush away waste. It has a special purpose." As I took her hand, I led her towards the toilet, my tone growing more suggestive. "It requires a particular type of devotion from its user. One who is willing to give themselves completely over to its mastery." Her curiosity piqued, Natasha followed me over to the toilet, her eyes glinting with anticipation. "And what sort of devotion would that be?" she asked, her voice hushed. "Well," I replied, reaching behind me to undo the button of my pants, "it means being a good little shit eater." Slowly, I lowered myself down onto the toilet seat, my ass facing up towards her. A moment later, there was a loud gulp from behind me. Then, Natasha's warm tongue began tracing circles around my anus, making me shiver with pleasure. "Mmm..." She murmured, dipping her tongue deeper inside me. "You taste... divine." Her fingers were already working on the button of her own pants. As they dropped to the floor, she stepped out of them, revealing a pair of black lace panties that did little to hide her arousal. Without further ado, she lowered herself down onto the toilet seat next to me, their faces mere inches apart. Our eyes locked as she took me into her mouth, her warm, wet tongue dancing against my clit while her fingers explored my tight channel. I sunk my fingers into her thick mane of red hair, holding her close as we both lost ourselves in this sensual act. Our moans and gasps filled the room, echoing off the marble walls and creating an erotic symphony that intensified our pleasure. As my orgasm built, I felt the hot rush of urine against the back of my throat. Without thinking, I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the glossy black toilet seat. The salty, musky flavor of her piss mixed with mine as we both came, our bodies shuddering with release. Finally, we pulled apart, giggling like schoolgirls at our naughty exploits. "That," Natasha panted, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead, "was quite the morning wake-up call." She slid off the toilet and stood up, her panties now bunched around her ankles. With a wink, she slipped them off completely and walked towards the shower, grinning mischievously over her shoulder at me. "Indeed it was, dear Natasha," I replied, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine. I couldn't help but wonder what other depraved delights the day would bring.