Natalia Kapretti - Real pleasure using mouth husband as toiletbowl

Natalia Kapretti and her slave husband were on vacation, but that didn't stop her from enjoying her twisted fetish. She loved using him as her toilet bowl, shitting into his mouth while he knelt at her feet. And the screams and moans that accompanied each friction only made her ecstatic. Natalia was wearing a skintight pink outfit that highlighted her voluptuous figure and showed off her perfectly round ass. Her slave husband was already bent over, his asshole stretched wide open from the huge strap-on she'd just fucked him with. Natalia moved closer, her breath hot on his ear. "Eat shit, this is your purpose," she whispered menacingly. "You're my toy and my toilet."

With one swift movement, she pulled out the strap-on and pushed her swollen asshole against his mouth. A hot, foul-smelling gust of air hit his face, followed by a thick, steaming load of shit. It was chunky and warm, and tasted disgusting, but he had no choice. He opened his mouth wider and started chewing, using his tongue to scrape off every last bit of her shit.

As he cleaned her asshole, she walked away, leaving him kneeling on the floor with a pile of orange peels and toilet paper next to him. He could hear her rustling through some clothes in another room, giggling. He didn't know what she was planning next, but he knew that he would be used again, in one way or another. And despite the humiliation and the filth, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure at being chosen by her, at being allowed to be her toy.

A few minutes later, Natalia returned, this time wearing a short skirt and no panties. She walked up to him, took his head in her hands, and forced his face into her cunt. "Here," she said, her voice flat and commanding. "Eat my pussy. Like you mean it." His tongue tentatively began to trace her labia, finding them slick with her juices. He could feel her pussy glistening with anticipation, pulsing around his tongue as he licked and nibbled at her sensitive folds. And with each lick, he could taste himself—she'd already forced him to eat his own cum, which was now mixed with her juices.

But he didn't mind. In fact, he rather liked it. The fact that he was being used in such a despicable way only made him harder, more aroused. And as he cleaned her pussy with his tongue, he couldn't help but imagine what she would do next, what kind of depraved act she had in store for them.

Suddenly, she grabbed his head and shoved it down onto the floor, making him gag on the taste of her pussy and his own cum. He looked up at her, confused and a little scared. She was grinning, her eyes bright with excitement. "Now," she said, her voice low and threatening, "I want you to lick my feet." Without waiting for a response, she lifted up her skirt and revealed her stockinged feet, covered in shiny black high heels. "Yes," she purred, "like that. Lick my feet clean." So he started licking, using his tongue to clean every inch of her feet, ears, and hands. And as he licked, he could feel her getting wetter, more turned on by his subservience.

Finally, she moved away and he could hear her undoing her skirt. A moment later, she was straddling his face, her ass in the air, covered with sweat and her own juices. "Fuck ass and morning shitting," she groaned, her hips starting to move rhythmically. "Feels so good!" And with that, she began to fuck herself on his face, her asshole opening and closing around his nose and mouth. Each time she pushed down on him, he could feel her hot, sticky cum oozing out of her asshole and onto his tongue. She rode him hard for several minutes, her breath coming in gasps, her moans echoing around the room. And then, with one last thrust, she came violently, her pussy clamping down on his face as she screamed out in ecstasy.

As she collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily, he looked up at her, his cheeks still bulging with her cum. "Good boy," she whispered, reaching down to stroke his hair. "Now clean me up." And so he did, using his tongue to lap up every last drop of her cum, his cock hard and aching for release. Because in that moment, as humiliated and dirty as he felt, he couldn't help but want more. More of her, more of her filth, more of her power over him. Because despite everything, he was addicted to her twisted love.