Valentina Lux and Miss Dula were strolling down a bustling street in Italy, discussing their day while taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling crowd. As they walked, an idea popped into their heads - one that would bring maximum pleasure and humiliation to a human "toilet" waiting for them back at their lavish penthouse.
They arrived back at their apartment, where the gentleman in question was already kneeling in front of them, hands behind his back, eagerly anticipating their arrival. With a sly grin on her face, Miss Dula grabbed his face in her hands and forced his mouth open, giggling as he struggled against the urge to resist. Valentina followed suit, placing her own hand gently around his neck as she positioned her crotch right in front of his face.
"Now it's time for some real fun," she purred softly, lowering herself down onto the waiting hands. With a satisfied moan, she began to release copious amounts of pale, soft-looking poop directly into his waiting mouth. As he struggled to swallow it all down, she leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "Don't forget, this is only half of what you'll be getting tonight."
Meanwhile, Miss Dula knelt behind him, her own crotch against his ear as she began a slow stream of warm, amber-colored urine directly onto the back of his head. The combined assault of taste and scent was overwhelming, but he kept going, taking every last bit of their waste into his belly.
As they continued, Valentina and Miss Dula took turns filling their mouths with their excrement while enjoying the sight of their dirty work. Seeing his eager willingness to please them only served to arouse them further, and they found themselves growing closer together than ever before.
"Are you ready for the grand finale?" Valentina asked playfully before moving into position, her ass nestled snugly against his face. With a smug smile, she released a massive load of poop straight into his mouth, causing him to gag but still manage to swallow every last bite.
Breathless and covered in their filth, they stood back, admiring their handiwork. The Italian toilet knelt before them, his face coated in a layer of their waste, his eyes brimming with tears of both humiliation and gratitude. As they left him there to clean himself up, they couldn't help but laugh, knowing that he would be back for more.
"That was quite an experience," Valentina said with a sly grin as they headed back to their bathroom, eager to wash the remains of their human toilet off their hands. "I do believe women go to the bathroom in pairs to ensure maximum pleasure." She winked at Miss Dula, who nodded in agreement, both satisfied with their latest encounter.
