Natalia Kapretti - My lovely shitty games

Natalia Kapretti awoke with a smile on her face, her eyes fluttering open to the first rays of the sun streaming through her bedroom window. She stretched languidly, arching her back and letting out a contented sigh. Today was going to be a special day. A day full of naughty fun and messy adventures.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, feeling the weight of her full bladder pull at her lower stomach. She padded barefoot across the hardwood floor to the bathroom, her nipples already hardening beneath her silky nightgown. As she reached the toilet, she hesitated for a moment, her heart racing with anticipation.

Slowly, Natalia pulled down her panties and lowered herself onto the cold porcelain of the toilet seat, her ass cheeks parting invitingly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the moment before she began to release the contents of her bladder. A warm stream of piss spilled out, filling the bowl and running down her thighs, making her giddy with excitement.

Once she had finished, Natalia stood up and reached behind her, inserting one slender finger into her slick, steaming pussy. She moaned softly at the surprisingly pleasant sensation, her fingers finding her clit and circling softly. As she grew wetter and more aroused, she couldn't help but sway to the rhythm of her own pleasures, her hips undulating hypnotically.

Without warning, Natalia pulled her fingers free from her wet heat and turned towards the door. It was time for her next game. She walked out of the bathroom, her steps purposeful and determined, her heart racing with anticipation.

Her husband, Roman, was already waiting for her in the living room. He was on his hands and knees, his back turned to her, his naked ass presented for her gaze. She paused for a moment, savoring the sight of his ass cheeks quivering in anticipation. She took a deep breath, filling her nostrils with the intoxicating scent of fear and desire that emanated from him in waves. Cruelly, she spun him around to face her, letting him see the smear of feces on her fingers. "Now, Roman," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed cruelty, "it's time for your turn."

He whimpered softly, his eyes welling with tears of fear and desire. She slapped him hard across the face, snapping his head back. "Do you want to play, Roman?" she asked, her voice dripping with sweet sarcasm. "Because if you don't, I can always find someone who does."

He nodded, his muscles tense with anticipation. "Yes, my lady," he croaked, bowing his head in submission. "I am yours to command."

With a smile, Natalia nodded and gestured for him to lower himself onto the floor. As he sank gracefully to his knees, his mouth watering in anticipation, Natalia watched with dark satisfaction. "Very good, Roman," she purred. "Now show me how much you love my games."

Without further encouragement, Roman leaned forward and pressed his lips against the pulsing, throbbing vein in Natalia's inner thigh. His tongue darted out, tasting the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. He could feel the warm, sticky mass in his mouth, the flavor of her shit blending with her natural essence. With one hand, he reached up and began to stroke his wife's thigh, slipping his fingers inside her throbbing, wet pussy. With the other, he reached down and fingered his own asshole, moaning softly at the sensation.

Watching his every move, Natalia bit her lower lip, her breath catching in her throat. She knelt down beside him, running her fingers through his silky black hair. "That's it, Roman," she whispered. "Let yourself indulge. Let your body take what it craves."

As she spoke, Natalia reached down and gently parted his buttocks, revealing his puckered anus. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against the small, sensitive opening, breathing warm air into his tight hole. His body tensed, then relaxed, allowing her access. With one swift motion, she pushed her tongue deep inside his ass, feeling the walls of his anus clamp down around her intruding tongue. He moaned softly, arching his back, his hips bucking involuntarily against her face.

Natalia grinned, her teeth gleaming white in the morning light. This was going to be a good day. A very good day indeed.