As Emily, an 18 years old brat princess, sat on the toilet, she noticed that the toilet paper was rough against her soft skin. Frowning, she sighed in annoyance and turned towards her boyfriend, who was standing nearby. "Useless boyfriend," she scoffed, "You should have known better than to buy me soft toilet paper. Now, you'll have to clean me up with your tongue."
The boyfriend, who had grown accustomed to Emily's demanding behavior, slipped to his knees in front of her. He looked up at her, his face filled with concern for what was about to happen. Emily smirked down at him and leaned forward, giving him a clear view of her exposed private parts.
"Don't you dare look away," she warned, her voice getting colder. "This is your punishment for being so careless."
Slowly, she lowered herself onto the floor, still sitting on the toilet, and positioned herself so that her rear end was directly in front of him. His mouth was suddenly within reach, and he could feel her warm breath against his face.
"Open wide," she commanded, and the boyfriend hesitated for a moment before obediently opening his mouth. Emily leaned forward, pushing her butt against his face, and he felt her warmth envelop him. She groaned, savoring the power she held over him as he struggled to breathe through his nose while his tongue was pressed against the crack of her ass.
As he cleaned her up, Emily decided to make the most of the situation. She pulled out a small mirror from her bag and started applying makeup, ignoring the struggle on his face. From time to time, she would poke him with her finger, reminding him that she was in control.
After a while, Emily noticed that her toes needed some attention. She slipped off her shoes and pedicured them, using his face as a footstool. He could feel the weight of her legs pressing down on him, and the smell of nail polish filled his nostrils.
"Suck on my toes," Emily commanded, and the boyfriend obliged, using his tongue to clean off the nail polish remover from her feet. Once she was satisfied, she said, "Stand up, useless boyfriend."
The boyfriend stood up slowly, his back straight as Emily sat on the toilet. She nodded at the tissue box on the sink. "Clean yourself up now," she said, watching him as he wiped the remaining polish remover off his face.
Emily finished her business and flushed the toilet. As she stood up, she gave him a smug grin. "Remember this next time you decide to buy something for me," she said, walking away.
The boyfriend followed her with his head hanging low, knowing what would come next. Emily turned around and sneered. "Oh, I know you will," she said, and he could hear the excitement in her voice. "You won't be able to wait to please your little brat princess again."
