Amelia was thoroughly enjoying herself, her tan body absolutely delightful as she moved with such ease and grace. She leaned over the edge of the toilet, her perfect ass pointing straight at him, and let out a long sigh of contentment. "Mmm, that's much better," she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction.
Max's heart raced as he watched her, his cock already painfully hard in his jeans. He knew what she was about to do, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of terror and arousal course through his veins. Amelia smiled down at him, her teeth gleaming white against her tanned skin, and then she slowly lowered herself onto the toilet seat.
Her perfect round ass was now hovering just above his face, and he could see the beads of sweat forming on her skin. Without warning, she brought her glistening ass cheeks together, sandwiching his face between them. "How's this, slave?" she taunted, her voice full of mischief.
He gasped for air, feeling her warm, moist crack pressed tightly against his lips. The smell of her ass filled his nostrils, and his mouth watered uncontrollably. This was his ultimate humiliation, but he couldn't deny that it was also the most erotic experience of his life. As he struggled to breathe, Amelia giggled and began to grind her hips against his face.
Her asshole was now rubbing against his mouth, the faint sound of slapping flesh filling the air. She moved in a mesmerizing rhythm, her ass bouncing up and down as she ground her hips against his face. Max couldn't help but moan, the taste of her wet, slippery cracks filling his mouth.
He felt her muscles clench and relax in tandem with the movements of her hips, and he knew she was getting closer. Suddenly, she let out a long, low moan, her body trembling with pleasure. "Ahhhhhhhh," she cried out, her voice reverberating around the room.
As she climaxed, she leaned back against the toilet, still keeping him pinned underneath her. Max could feel her hot cum dripping onto his face, mingling with her sweet-smelling love juices. When she finally released him, he collapsed back against the floor, his body shaking with the aftermath of their encounter.
Amelia giggled and stood up, her perfect ass swaying from side to side as she walked over to the sink. She turned on the faucet, and a torrent of cold water gushed out, drenching him from head to toe. "Such a messy boy," she teased, running her hands through her hair, the cool water dripping down her body.
Max groaned and tried to stand up, but his legs were too weak to support him. He looked up at her, his eyes full of desire and submission. "Please, Mistress," he whispered hoarsely. "May I serve you?"
Amelia looked down at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "We'll see, slave," she said, her voice like honey. "But for now, let's clean you up." She handed him a towel, and he obediently started wiping the overflowing toilet and the floor. As he worked, he couldn't help but imagine what else she would have in store for him.
