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PooAlina - Night dinner for the toilet slave from Alina

PooAlina - Night dinner for the toilet slave from Alina / Toilet Slavery

PooAlina - Night dinner for the toilet slave from Alina
PooAlina - Night dinner for the toilet slave from Alina
PooAlina - Night dinner for the toilet slave from Alina

PooAlina - Night dinner for the toilet slave from Alina

As the clock struck six in the morning, there was a gentle knock on the door. My heart pounded with anticipation as I swiftly made my way to answer it. Standing before me was the stunning Alina, dressed in a figure-hugging red dress that perfectly accentuated her curves. Her makeup was flawless, and her hair fell gracefully around her shoulders. She wore a sexy smile as she stepped into my home, her high heels clicking against the floor.

“Good morning, Alina,” I said softly, shutting the door behind her. “It's great to see you.” I stepped forward and lightly kissed her cheek before leading her towards the living room.

“Delicious” she purred as she sat down on the plush couch. “I could hardly wait to get back here.” Her eyes shimmered with desire as they watched me. “What are you wearing under that?” She gestured towards my jeans, a slight grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

I couldn't help but blush as I took a step back and slowly slid my jeans down to my ankles, revealing the pretty lace of my underwear. “For you, Alina,” I whispered, biting my lip nervously. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

She stood up from the couch and walked slowly towards me, running her fingers along my bare skin. “Mmm, yes, that's perfect,” she whispered, her breath hot against my thigh. She slipped off her stilettos and kicked them aside before pressing herself against me, her breasts flush against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. We stood there for what felt like an eternity, lost in each other's eyes and the intoxicating scent of her perfume. Finally, she broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “I'm ready for my dinner now.”

Dinner? I thought to myself, confused. But then, I understood. She meant my dinner – a nice, hot bowl of... human excrement. Swallowing hard, I carefully lifted her mini-skirt up her legs, revealing her glistening black thong. My heart pounded with anticipation as I knelt down before her, inhaling her sweet, musky scent. Alina closed her eyes and moaned softly as I gently pushed aside the fabric of her thong and pressed my lips to her soft, warm flesh, kissing and nibbling on her supple buttocks.

It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The coolness of her skin against my lips, the warmth of her body radiating through the thin fabric of her clothes. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline course through my veins as I slowly parted her cheeks with my fingers, revealing her tight, pink anus. I took a deep breath and leaned in, my tongue tracing the small, puckered rim of her backdoor. The taste was unlike anything else – sweet, salty, and somewhat metallic.

I lapped at her ass like a hungry dog, eagerly drawing in every drop of the creamy white substance that oozed out of her. Meanwhile, she grunted in pleasure and buckled forward, her fingers entwined in my hair. I paid special attention to massaging her clit between her moans and grunts of pleasure. She trembled violently, her hips jerking back and forth as she let out a long, loud moan, signaling her orgasm. She grabbed onto my head and pulled me closer, her body shuddering against mine as she climaxed.

Slowly, I pulled away and stood up, my mouth and tongue coated with Alina’s delicious poo. She turned around to face me, her eyes dark and intense. “Thank you, my toilet slave,” she purred, reaching down between her legs and smearing a thumbful of fresh, hot steamy poop onto her lips. “That was delicious.” She drew me close and kissed me, her tongue tangling with mine as she tasted herself on my lips.

It was a bizarre, taboo, and yet strangely intimate moment. As I watched her clean up and put her clothes back on, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction and arousal. We may have started as complete strangers, but through our shared secret lust, we had formed a deep connection – a bond that was both filthy and powerful. And in that moment, I knew that I would do anything for her, as long as it meant pleasing my beloved Mistress Alina and witnessing the amazing displays of her toilet dominance.

 

 

 

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 17min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 3714 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 192 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 477MB

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