Natalia Kapretti - Prepare for shitty lunch shit receiver

As you find yourself kneeling before your mistress, Natalia Kapretti, you feel the warmth of your tongue darting out to taste the sweet nectar that drips from her perfect puckered asshole. You're a toilet for shit, and that's what you're here for. It's what you're good at. Natalia smirks down at you, taking in the sight of your face buried in her asscrack, and lets out a long, slow grunt as her husband begins fucking her from behind. "You're such a filthy little toilet," she says, clapping her hands together in delight. "You know I love seeing you like this." Your task today, is to clean up after them both. This includes using your mouth to lick up every drop of their piss and cum, but first things first; it's time for lunch. "Prepare yourself, shit receiver," Natalia says as she pulls away from her husband's cock and steps on your back pushing your face deeper into her ass. "It's shit time." She grunts as she pushes the first, smooth turd out of her ass and into your waiting mouth. As you feel it slide down your throat, you can't help but moan in ecstasy. This is what you've been living for. As Natalia and her husband continue their dirty work, you find yourself lost in a world of scent and taste. The combination of their asses in the air, their sweat, and their filth clinging to you is intoxicating. You're their toilet, and you'd do anything to make them happy. When Natalia finally decides she's had enough of her husband's cock, she pulls away and steps onto the box next to you. "Climb aboard, toilet," she says, shoving a strap-on dildo at you. Wrapping your lips around the thick, rubber cock, you begin to stroke yourself off as you watch Natalia ride her husband's cock once again. You're a toilet for them, but you're also their pleasure slave. As the world starts to blur around you, you feel Natalia getting close. And sure enough, she grunts again and cums hard all over your chest, her pussy milking her husband's cock dry. "That's my good little toilet," she says, panting heavily. "Now clean me up." You oblige, lapping at her sweaty skin and tasting the sweet mixture of her juices and piss. When she's finally squeaky clean, she steps off the box, bringing her husband with her. "You've been a good toilet today," she says, patting your head affectionately. "Now get yourself cleaned up and go wait by the door. We'll be out soon." With that, she turns and walks away, leaving you to wonder whatdirty, degrading task awaits you next time you kneel at their feet in anticipation. But for now, you're their toilet, and that's all that matters.