Natalia Kapretti - Kat misses me, smears shit, drinks pee

Oh, Kat, my dear slave girl, how much you miss me, don't you? I can feel it from here... The way you sniff your own shit, lick your lips in anticipation, moaning softly as you taste it all over again... It brings a smile to my face, knowing that I've marked you as mine forever. And seeing you willingly spread your own ass cheeks, lifting your shit-covered tits to your mouth, savoring the filth that coats your tongue... Well, there's no denying now that you are completely and utterly mine.

Three months we've been apart, and in that time, you've grown even more eager to please me. I can see it in the way you've taken care of yourself, maintaining your appearance as if it were for me alone. Your ass gleams, your tits are high and firm, aching for my touch. And though you miss me terribly, you've found solace in your own filth, your own scent, your own taste. You are truly becoming the toilet girl I always knew you would be.

When I finally arrived at your home, I found you waiting for me, naked and covered in your own waste. The sight of you, trembling with anticipation, made me hard as steel. I approached you slowly, savoring the moment of revelation, of introducing you to the world as my own. And then, without another word, I pulled out my cock and fucked your shit-caked mouth, feeling your warmth envelop me as you moaned around my thick length.

After a long, slow fucking that left both of us panting and grunting, I pulled out of your mouth and let you taste your own semen mixed with my thick cum. Seeing the pleasure on your face, knowing that I had reduced you to this, filled me with a sense of power and satisfaction that I had never known before.

From that day forward, I made sure to visit you often, bringing with me fresh loads of my own filth and waste. And every time we were together, it seemed that you loved it more than the last time. You were truly mine, body and soul. We explored every dark corner of our twisted desires, pushing the boundaries of what was considered normal or humane.

And now, as I sit here and watch you work your way through yet another tightly packed turd from my ass, I can't help but feel a sense of pride in what we've created together. You are my toilet girl, through and through, and there's nothing that could ever change that. So keep on smearing, keep on tasting, keep on showing me just how much you love our filthy, disgusting little world.