Natalia Kapretti - Prepare for shitty lunch shit receiver

Natalia Kapretti stood in front of you, her body glistening with sweat and her curvaceous frame heaving slightly as she panted heavily. She was a vision of dominance and desire, a woman who owned you completely. You looked up at her, your face covered in a sheen of saliva and your gaze filled with wanton lust. "You walking bitch!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with venom. "How you were a whore, you're still, toilet bowl. That you're whining bitch, you know I like fuck you in ass harder and harder." She stepped closer, her hot breath ghosting across your cheek as she trailed a finger down your chin, drawing a line of saliva between your lips. "Today you will be the toilet for me and my husband. You toilet bitch, you all in vomit, nothing now we will wash you, piss and rinse your mouth with urine." She stepped back, her hips swaying enticingly as she looked down at you. You could feel your cock stir within your cage, desperate for release but denied the pleasure it craved. "Now it's shit time. Open your mouth, shit receiver, it's time for lunch." Slowly, reluctantly, you opened your mouth wide, your tongue curling against the back of your throat in anticipation of her arrival. As she placed her hands on her slender hips, she let out a low moan that reverberated through your entire body. Without warning, she stepped forward and thrust her hips towards you, grinding her pelvis against your face as she dropped a steaming heap of feces into your waiting mouth. It was warm and moist, and filled your entire being with an intense sense of submission and arousal. She stood over you, watching as you chewed and swallowed her offering without complaint. Your eyes never left hers, your gaze filled with adoration and desire. You were hers, completely and utterly. With a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips, she stepped back again, her arms folded across her chest. "You whore! All in shit and ask me climbing on my strap-on. So be it, I'll let you cum." And with that, she walked away, leaving you to clean up the mess she'd made and prepare for your next punishment. But even as you scrubbed and scrubbed, you couldn't help but imagine what she had planned for you next...