Natalia Kapretti - Shitty Breakfast day after day

Natalia Kapretti's toilet slave couldn't believe his luck when he awoke to the scent of her tantalizing shit wafting through the air. His mouth watered at the thought of sinking his teeth into her delicious feces once again. As he approached her bathroom door, his cock throbbed with anticipation. He gently knocked on the door and waited for her response. "Enter, my shit eater," she called out from within. He opened the door slowly, not wanting to interrupt her morning routine. There she was, Natalia Kapretti, sitting on the toilet with her ass in the air, inviting him in for another shitty breakfast day. "Eat shit right out of my ass," she commanded, her voice heavy with arousal. He knelt before her and leaned in close, taking in the powerful scent of her ass. His tongue darted out, tasting the freshness of her fruit-filled diet. He reached up with his hands, placing them against her hips for support as he began to eat. The taste of her shit was unparalleled; it filled his mouth with warmth and sweetness. He chewed slowly, savoring every bite as she watched him intently. "Chew carefully, savor," she purred, reaching down with one hand to stroke his hair affectionately. As he ate, Natalia's view began to shift from the toilet slave's face to the growing pile of excrement sitting on the floor beside him. She grinned wickedly as she realized what was about to happen next. "Lick your lips," she instructed him. He complied, licking his lips eagerly as he awaited further instructions. Suddenly, she pushed him forward onto the floor, Unleashing a torrent of hot, steaming diarrhea onto his face. It was like being doused with a warm waterfall. He sputtered and gasped, trying desperately to keep from choking on the thick mass as it filled his mouth. She continued to pour it down his throat, laughing wickedly as he squealed in protest. And then, when she judged that he'd had enough, she stepped away, leaving him to deal with the mess she'd just made. His face was streaked with smears of her shit, his hair matted and sticky. She walked around him, admiring her handiwork like a true artist. And then, as if that wasn't enough punishment for one day, she spoon-fed him several more helpings of her diarrhea until he was completely covered from head to toe in her feces. As she looked upon her shit-covered toilet slave with satisfaction, Natalia Kapretti knew that their twisted relationship was one built upon pleasure and pain - both hers and his. And every day, she couldn't help but look forward to giving him another shitty breakfast to eat.