Natalia Kapretti sat on the toilet, her tight ass cheeks glistening in the dim light of the bathroom. She was a stunning woman, with long, flowing auburn hair and hypnotic emerald green eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness. She was dressed in a see-through black body suit that revealed every curve of her perfect body. Her breasts, full and round, with hard pink nipples that poked through the sheerness of her outfit. Her stomach was flat and toned, accentuating the curve of her hips and thighs.
Natalia looked down at the toilet bowl, her expression one of amusement and anticipation. She eased her small bowels apart, feeling the warmth and pressure growing inside her. She took a deep breath, then released it slowly as she lowered herself to the edge of the toilet, her pussy just inches from the water.
"No matter how many times I resist, you will always be my toilet," she whispered seductively. "Open your mouth, come closer, drink my urine, catch and eat my shit."
Slowly, she spread her legs wider, letting her pussy lips part and reveal her hidden treasure. She dipped her fingers into her wetness, then brought them to her mouth, tasting herself on her fingertips. Her eyes met those of the man watching, his face filled with desire and awe.
Natalia lowered herself further, until her pussy was just above the toilet bowl. She gripped the edge of the bowl, her other hand still holding her wet fingers to her mouth. She gave herself a little push, sending a stream of urine arcing through the air and splashing into the bowl. She looked up at him, her eyes glinting with mischief.
The man couldn't take his eyes off her. He moved closer, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out and took her wrist, pulling her hand away from her mouth. He raised it to his lips, kissing her fingertips one by one.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.
Natalia gave him a sultry smile. "Now you're making me blush," she teased. She leaned in closer, her breasts almost touching his chest. She lifted her hips slightly, feeling the pressure inside her building.
"Now," she purred, "why don't you show me what a good toilet you really are?"
With a smile, the man bent down and opened his mouth wide. Natalia gazed at him in wonder, then slowly lowered herself, releasing a warm, filling shit into his waiting mouth. He closed his lips around it, savoring the taste and texture. As he swallowed, his tongue darted out to lick her anus clean.
Natalia gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. She pushed herself further, feeling her full weight rest on the man's face and chest. She could feel every breath he took, every gentle vibration against her skin.
Finally, she pulled herself away, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She stood up, her stomach still quivering with pleasure. She turned to face him, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"And remember," she purred, walking out of the bathroom, "you'll always be my toilet."
