ScatqueensBerlin - Sandys Visit Day 2 P1

Sandy, a gorgeous diva in a tight red dress, struts into ScatqueensBerlin, her home away from home. She's just returned from her travels and is eager to catch up with her toilet slave. Lying on the floor, prostrate and naked except for a collar around his neck, the slave quickly recognizes his Mistress's scent and position. His eyes light up with anticipation as he awaits her command. Sandy settles onto her luxurious throne, her perfect ass pouting invitingly in the tight leather pants she wears, and turns to address the slave. "You're looking rather eager today," she purrs, her lips curling into a predatory smile. "Have you been a good boy while I was away?" Without waiting for an answer, she wiggles her finger imperiously at him, commanding him to rise. As he climbs to his feet, his eyes remain fixed on her, drinking in every inch of her body. His cock twitches under the pressure of his desire, and he knows that soon it will be put to use. Sandy grins wickedly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Come here," she demands, waving him closer. With a jolt, the slave comes to attention, moving toward her like a well-trained puppy. When he reaches her side, she loops her finger under the collar around his neck, pulling him closer still. Her breath hot against his ear, she whispers, "I can see you're ready for some action. Good boy." She slaps him hard across the face, the sting of it sharp and sudden. Leaning back in her chair, Sandy indicates for the slave to position himself between her legs, his hands behind his head. She watches as he obediently assumes the position, his erection already throbbing beneath him. "Such a good boy," she coos, running her hands over his chest and stomach, tracing patterns that make him shiver with pleasure. Lowering her body till she is hovering just above him, Sandy takes hold of his cock in one hand and roughly jerks it, her other hand reaching down to stroke his balls. "Are you hungry?" she asks, her voice a dark rumble. The slave nods, his eyes wild with need. "I think I might have something that could satisfy your hunger." With that, she lowers her mouth over the head of his cock, taking it deep into her throat. As she begins to bob up and down, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin, she leans back, her perfect round ass now positioned directly above the slave's face. Her cheeks puff up and down rhythmically with each thrust, the inviting scent of her ass filling his nose. The toilet slave knows what he has to do. He reaches up, grabbing the hem of her dress, pulling it slowly down over her hips and thighs. His tongue traces the outline of her tight little asshole, moaning in anticipation. "Yes," she hisses, her voice echoing around the room. "Eat me out. Show your appreciation." With renewed vigor, the slave dives in, lapping up the nectar from her ass like a hungry dog. His tongue explores every inch of her tight little hole, causing her to moan and squirm above him. Her fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as he devours her. As the slave delves deeper into her ass, Sandy's hips begin to buck wildly, her entire body trembling with the force of her climax. Her walls clench around his cock, milking it with her release. She cries out, the sound echoing through the room. Finally, she collapses onto him, panting heavily. For a moment, they lie there, locked in an intimate embrace. Then slowly, the slave disengages himself from her ass, his cock still throbbing with need. He stands up, his eyes never leaving her as he begins to stroke his meat, dragging his hand up and down the shaft. "Now," Sandy says, her voice soft and commanding. "Show me what you're made of." And with that, the slave plunges his cock deep into Sandy's waiting mouth, groaning as she takes him balls-deep. Together, they rock back and forth, their bodies moving in perfect sync, shadow and light dancing in the dark room.