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Ludovica Luxury

CLEAN WC & EAT SHIT -hd

I've finally decided to release this pathetic human scum from his cage, still locked in the chastity belt that keeps him firmly under my control. Its time for him to earn his keep. I drag him to the bathroom by his leash, like the dog he is, and order him to clean my toilet with his tongue, ensuring every inch sparkles under my scrutiny. As he licks with desperate devotion, I press my foot on his head, pinning him against the cold porcelain, and with a scornful smirk, I flush the toilet, letting the water cascade over his face. Once hes done with the bathroom, I haul him back to my dungeon, where another task awaits: he must polish the soles of my shoes with his tongue, scrubbing away every speck of dirt in total humiliation.To my surprise, he performs adequately, so I decide to reward him with his meal. I prepare a revolting mix of wet dog food, laced with my urine and a generous portion of my shit. A true feast for a worm like him. Its his first time facing such a delicacy, and when he leans in to sniff it, his face twists in disgust. Hesitantly, he tastes a bit, but quickly begs for mercy, whimpering that he cant stomach it. No problem. Disobedience has consequences. I punish him with twenty sharp lashes, each strike drawing moans and making him regret rejecting his meal. Still, considering hes forked over more than 10000 euros to me in the past week, I choose to be merciful. I grant him the rare privilege of jerking off, but only while my divine ass rests on his face, smothering him with the weight of my supremacy. Its a reward that humiliates and exalts him at once, a reminder of his utter submission to my will.

Mila Mynx

Constipated Piss Slut Begs Daddy

Daddy I am so fucking wet just thinking about you filming this. I am on my back in the bedroom, pussy completely soaked and aching. I could not hold it. I am lying in the inflatable pool you bought for your filthy little whore, my legs spread wide, and I just let go. A hot, gushing stream of my piss sprayed straight onto the thin fabric sheet, pooling around my ass and thighs until I was sitting in a warm, golden puddle of my own making. The sound was obscene, that hissing, splashing noise that makes my clit throb.

I rubbed my pissy pussy as I tried to push out more for you, bearing down hard, desperate to give you everything. I wanted to be your perfect toilet slave, to push out a thick, warm brown surprise right into my piss puddle. I grunted and strained, my asshole pulsing, my belly cramping with the effort. But nothing came, Daddy. I was so fucking constipated, my hole just winked and clenched around nothing. I felt so embarrassed that I couldn't deliver for you. I shoved two pissy fingers deep into my tight ass, trying to feel for it, trying to coax something out, but all I could do was whimper and finger fuck my dirty shithole while my piss cooled around me. Daddy. I don't like when my body betrays me like this.

The bedroom smells of me, Daddy. My wetness, my piss, my total devotion to you. I'm still dripping, my pussy is aching and empty. I hope you're hard from filming this. I hope you grab me by my long blonde hair and shove my face right back into my mess before you use every single one of my holes. Please punish me for being so backed up. Please fuck my constipated asshole until I finally let go of my shit all over your cock.

Am I still your good little piss slut, Daddy? Please tell me I'm yours. Please tell me to taste it again. My dirty fingers are back on my clit, and I'm wanting to cum so hard I can barely see. Please, Daddy, please own this mess. Own me.

Ludovica Luxury

30 MINUTES LATE -hd

Its a quiet Sunday morning and as is my tradition Ive summoned my slaves to film videos that showcase my absolute dominance. Im lounging comfortably on my throne dressed in a sleek black leather bodysuit that clings to every curve radiating power and allure. My high heels gleam under the light and the air hums with my authority. I glance at the clock its 930 and the slave scheduled for today is already half an hour late. Punctuality is non-negotiable and this lapse will come with a price.A timid knock breaks my reverie. Enter I call out my voice sharp and commanding. The slave shuffles in head bowed his face etched with guilt. I fix him with a disdainful stare a sly smile curling my lips as the bodysuit accentuates my commanding presence. Half an hour late I say my tone dripping with mockery. Care to explain He mumbles apologies but theyre far too late to matter. Youll make up for it I declare my smile widening with wicked intent.A sudden twinge in my stomach sparks an idea a perfect humiliating punishment for this worm. What better way to mark his failure than to make him my personal toilet Lie down I say gesturing to the floor with a dismissive flick of my hand. He hesitates eyes wide murmuring that its his first time. And why should that matter I retort chuckling. Mistakes have consequences and youll embrace yours.First I decide to tease him into his role. Kneel behind me I instruct easing the bodysuit aside to reveal my anus. Use your tongue and tell me what you sense. He trembles as he complies his hesitant tongue exploring with nervous reverence. Well Can you feel my caviar ready to emerge I taunt savoring his discomfort and my complete control.Pleased I position myself above him as he lies on the cold floor. I keep my sky-high heels on their click echoing as I balance on the footrests of my throne for stability. The bodysuit hugs my form amplifying the intensity of the moment. Open your mouth I say my voice laced with authority. Receive my gift. With a smirk I release a soft abundant load into his waiting mouth laced with remnants of last nights tomatoes and corn. Quite the delicacy isnt it I laugh watching his reaction with amusement.I slip on glossy black latex gloves their sheen adding to my commanding aura and gesture for him to savor the experience. Notice the bits of corn and tomato A special treat just for you I tease giggling at his predicament. The scene is utterly entertaining. I leave him there lying on the floor relishing my divine offering his face a mix of awe and humiliation. For his first time as a human toilet hes managing quite well.To complete his service I grace him with my golden champagne a generous stream of piss to wash down his experience cementing his submission. What a perfect way to start a Sunday with this worm humbled beneath my power the bodysuit gleaming as I reign supreme.

Ludovica Luxury

PLOT TWIST -hd

Were six Mistresses gathered on a sprawling open terrace the sun blazing down scorching the air and casting harsh shadows. At the center seated on a patch of synthetic grass that prickles his skin is our slave a pathetic worm his eyes wide with dread and submission. Our laughter cuts through the heat our heels clicking on the terrace floor like a warning drumbeat. The plan was simple at first wed each relieve ourselves some just to piss others perhaps for more. Open your mouth and take it all you filthy thing I command my voice sharp as a blade. The first of us rises lifts her skirt and unleashes a hot golden stream onto his upturned face. Seated there trembling on the fake grass he swallows every drop his body quaking under our amused gazes the sun baking his exposed skin.But plans shift and fast. One of us her lips curling into a wicked smirk announces Its not just my bladder acting up. Our laughter erupts cruel and unrelenting as the slave realizes the fate awaiting him. Whats that you miserable insect You wont please her I taunt watching him squirm on the synthetic turf his gaze darting to the cloudless sky as if it could save him. No mercy for him. The Mistress positions herself above his face ignoring his choked pleas and without hesitation she lets go defecating directly into his open mouth. The strangled sound he makes a mix of disgust and defeat fuels our cackling. Dont waste a bit one of us hisses nudging his side with the tip of her heel as he broken and humiliated complies under the merciless sun.

Ludovica Luxury

THE MASTER' S TRIAL -hd

The six of us, five Mistresses and one Master are sprawled across elegant sunbeds on a sun-drenched terrace basking in the warm summer breeze that dances over our skin. The city skyline glimmers in the distance but our focus is on the two submissives lying on the heated tiles at our feet awaiting our every whim. As some of us smoke cigarettes tendrils of smoke curling lazily into the air one Mistress rises with a wicked grin. She approaches a submissive and with a deliberate stance releases a warm stream over him. But her aim falters and the liquid splashes onto the Masters polished combat boots sparking a flash of fury in his eyes beneath his sunglasses.Clean up this disgrace the Master roars pointing to his stained boots. The two submissives scramble to their knees tongues grazing the damp leather as we burst into laughter lounging comfortably in the sun amused by their fervor. Our cigarettes glow in our hands and with a smirk we decide to make the moment even more unforgettable. Their exposed rears poised in their submissive stance become our makeshift ashtrays with a flick we tap ash onto their skin chuckling as they continue their task without a word the golden sunlight glinting off the scene.Not satisfied we order them to remove the Masters boots revealing his feet. Show your devotion we command sipping cool drinks as they kneel on the warm tiles and begin to worship his feet with almost comical dedication. Our laughter echoes across the terrace a chorus of delight underscoring our absolute control. Every move they make is a performance and we reclining on our sunbeds under the blazing sun savor the spectacle knowing theyll return eager to submit to our games again.

SaraThonson

Advice amidst farts and laughter.

Valentina arrived at Saras house very worried because she had been invited to a 15 and had nothing to wear. She quickly asked her friend to lend her a dress.

Sara opened her closet and began the consultation. She took out elegant, sparkly, form fitting dresses, and even some very sexy ones. Valentina tried them on one after another, walked in front of the mirror, twirled around, and listened to Sara's opinions, but none of them convinced her.

The funny thing was that Valentina already knew from the beginning which one she wanted. It was that dress she had seen a while ago and had always thought, Someday I'm going to borrow it from Sara.

Sara kept looking for more options, trying to find the perfect dress, but Valentina wouldnt change her mind. After so many changes and so much waiting, Sara started to get stressed. Her stomach began to make strange noises, and suddenly she let out some huge farts that made them both burst out laughing.

I think even my stomach is tired of looking for dresses, Sara said, laughing.

Finally, Valentina picked out the dress she had wanted from the start. Sara looked at it and told her it was beautiful, although she thought there were others that would suit her better for the party. But Valentina was determined.

This is the one I want, I love it.

In the end, Sara agreed to lend it to her, even though she had to survive an afternoon full of outfit changes, indecision, and a stubborn stomach. The important thing was that Valentina left happy in the dress of her dreams.

CassieScat

Eat Your Veggies From My Corny Shit Pile

My feet are so dirty! I've been in the garden and it's definitely showing on the soles of my feet. I'm naked on my bathroom floor and feeling desperate. I want to unload this dump and I want you inhaling and sniffing all my smells as I release it. Wouldn't you want to be pressed up against me, smelling my farts? I'm so eager to go and I can't hold it back for long.

My asshole is gaping open as my shit starts to push itself out. It begins with a fat nugget, then a thick log that gets stuck in my ass. I push and it creates a yellow avalanche of corny, soft and stinky shit. All the while, my pussy is draining my piss out nice and slow. Oh, that felt so good! This mustard looking dump is so messy and it's smeared down my cheek and totally stuck to my ass.

I give you a view of what I've been eating, everything that went into creating this mess. And I want to play a game with you. Do you like games? This is going to be a guessing game! How many pieces of corn are in my massive dump? I've been eating white and yellow corn and you're going to have to sort and organize. What else have I eaten? You're on a mission to find it! Since I've been eating so well with so many veggies, it's your turn. I want you just as healthy as me!

I give you specific instructions on what I want you to do with my shit. It involves my shit and your fingers. Doesn't this sound so fun? As I tell you what to do, my hand is on my ass, pulling my cheek up, taunting and teasing you so much and there's so much dirty talk!

I turn around and take a look at my enormous pile. Look at it compared to the size of my feet! And I can't believe how much corn is in there! It looks like I didn't even chew. I want you counting all of these corn kernels, with your mouth, like an obedient little slave. While I'm out enjoying my day, you're going to be stuck at home, pathetic and licking my shit off my leftover corn. And that puts a nice smile on my face. To make sure you do a good job, you need to give me a full report. If you do well, you may be rewarded. How does fucking my shitty asshole sound? Or, you may have to lick all the garden dirt off my feet. There are so many possibilities of what I can make you do. Make sure you please me and do exactly as I say if you want to be rewarded!

CassieScat
Ludovica Luxury

5 MISTRESSES' HUMAN TOILETS -hd

Its a radiant Sunday morning and I along with my four Mistress friends are basking on our terrace the perfect stage to exercise our absolute dominance. On the floor a patch of artificial grass hosts two human toilets lying prone and ready to serve while a third slave our human toilet paper holder kneels in trembling reverence. His role is doubly degrading he holds the roll of toilet paper and when commanded keeps the soiled paper we use to wipe our divine backsides in his mouth a testament to his utter submission. Each of us dined differently last night and our bodies demand release four of us need to evacuate urgently while one will offer a liquid contribution. The two toilets sprawled on the synthetic grass that prickles their skin are at our complete disposal and the air hums with anticipation and power.I kick off the spectacle my bowels pressing with no restraint. I position myself above the first toilet his pale face stark against the fake green grass. Open your mouth worm I command a wicked smirk on my lips. My aim falters slightly my caviar soft and abundant lands partly on his cheek partly in his gaping mouth leaving a dark smear on the artificial turf. Oops I laugh without a hint of remorse. After wiping myself thoroughly I hand the soiled paper to the human toilet paper holder. Hold it in your mouth I order and he complies his face contorting as he grips the feces stained paper between his teeth. Nothing goes to waste I add. The next Mistress steps forward with a gleeful grin. She gathers my gift from the toilets face guiding it into his mouth. Consume it all she commands and he submits his face etched with humiliation as the synthetic grass beneath him bears faint stains.Its her turn. She positions herself over the same toilet releasing a solid caviar almost like putty that lands with pinpoint precision in his mouth. Chew well its a privilege she says devoid of pity watching him swallow every morsel. After wiping she passes the soiled paper to the human toilet paper holder who takes it in his mouth his role growing ever more debasing. Her caviar is firm ideal for consumption and she ensures both toilets receive a share chuckling at their silent competition to serve better.The third Mistress takes the stage. Her caviar softer and lighter in color almost golden offers a striking visual contrast. She dons glossy black latex gloves their sheen amplifying her authority. With gloved fingers she guides her gift into the mouth of one toilet the one more adept at consuming it. Good boy keep it up she taunts as the other strives to keep pace in this degrading contest. After wiping she hands the soiled paper to the human toilet paper holder who clutches it between his teeth his face a portrait of submission. Whoever finishes first earns our favor she exclaims fueling the rivalry with a laugh.The fourth Mistress doesnt disappoint. Her caviar is copious with a creamy texture and a rich deep color reflecting her lavish dinner. Per our tradition the toilets are fed relentlessly consuming every gram without leaving a trace on the artificial grass or their faces. No waste she orders her smile cruel as she passes the used paper to the human toilet paper holder who accepts it in his mouth now accustomed to his humiliating task. The fifth Mistress however concludes with a different offering a lavish stream of hot piss that floods the toilets mouths to wash down the meal she says laughing heartily as the golden liquid glints in the sunlight.We all laugh gazing at the two toilets sprawled on the artificial grass their faces marked by the caviar of four Mistresses each with its unique flavor color and texture and the abundant champagne from the fifth. The human toilet paper holder kneels his mouth stuffed with soiled paper a living symbol of our supremacy. Arent they lucky these toilets to have served so splendidly The sun shines above us and we Mistresses exchange smug glances while our slaves lie humiliated consecrated to their role as human toilets under our absolute dominion.

Ludovica Luxury

IMAGINE THAT YOY ARE MY TOILET! -hd

Every morning, after brushing my teeth, I feel the urge to evacuate, but today I decide to make it special. I switch on the webcam, my face bare of makeup, fresh from sleep with slightly tousled hair, radiating raw, natural authority. I stare directly into the camera, addressing you, imagining you in place of my toilet, a privilege reserved for the most devoted. "Picture yourself here, worm, right beneath me," I say with a wicked smirk, positioning myself above the bowl, my throne for this performance.With a taunting grin, I release a copious, soft load of caviar, envisioning it landing in your open mouth. It is warm, abundant, with a pungent aroma that fills the air, a divine gift that would mark you as mine. "Enjoying it, aren't you?" I tease, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I describe every detail for the webcam, knowing you are fantasizing about this moment. To top it off, I pull the flush valve with a theatrical flourish, laughing as the water gurgles loudly. "That would help you swallow it down, right?" I mock, my chuckle sharp and biting. "What a perfect way to start the day, consecrated to your role as my human toilet under my supreme dominance!"I rise, satisfied, my bare face glowing with natural power in the morning light. The webcam captures every moment, and I know you, wherever you are, are lost in the fantasy of being my living toilet. "Aren't you lucky to dream of this?" I add, flashing one last provocative smile before turning off the camera, leaving you to dwell on your submission.

Ludovica Luxury

TOILET AUDITION -hd

I am comfortably seated on my elegant burgundy leather sofa, its smooth surface amplifying my commanding presence, ready for today's casting session for my scat videos. I am on the hunt for true human toilets willing to receive and swallow my caviar without hesitation. Typically, my personal slave handles the auditions, and today he has outdone himself with a sadistic twist: he has prepped the candidate by strapping him into a straitjacket, making his task deliberately more challenging. After eight years in my service, he has learned to orchestrate these games with flair, and I cannot help but smirk at his ingenuity.The candidate enters, and I order him to kneel before me, eyeing him with a cold smile. "This will not be easy," I say, gesturing to the straitjacket binding his arms. "Yesterday, I was not careful with my diet. I dined at an ethnic restaurant, spicy food and all, so I cannot guarantee the consistency of my caviar. But a true human toilet does not fuss over texture, smell, or taste. Your job is to receive and swallow. Understood?" He nods firmly: "No problem, I will not disappoint you, whatever the consistency." His determination impresses me, but words are cheap. Time to see action.I have him lean closer to familiarize himself with my scent, a first test of his devotion. Then, I instruct him to lie on the floor and open his mouth. Positioning myself above him, I release a small sample to let him adjust to the taste. The texture is particularly creamy, trickier to handle, but he tries hard to please me, swallowing the first bite with visible effort. Pleased with his attempt, I up the ante, releasing a far more generous portion. He struggles to keep up, faltering slightly. With a stern tone, I urge him on. A few firm taps on his stomach snap him back into rhythm, and he persists, though with difficulty.

Acknowledging the sheer volume, I decide to grant him a brief reprieve, but not without a reward for his effort. I take some of the remaining caviar and, with a slow, deliberate motion, smear it onto his member, using it as a substitute for lubricant. Not yet satisfied, I release another gift directly onto his member, heightening the game. I begin a tease and denial, teasing him with calculated touches as he continues to chew, his breathing growing ragged. With the caviar coating his member, I guide him to a ruined orgasm, orchestrated precisely to maintain my absolute control. He collapses, exhausted, onto the floor.I rise, observing him with a detached smile. "I will let you know if you are suitable for my videos," I say, stepping away from the burgundy sofa. "But I am looking for true toilets who do not leave a single crumb." I doubt he has made the cut, but his effort was intriguing.

Stooly Julie
Ludovica Luxury

CAME FOR MY CAVIAR -hd

Last night, I called my slave, who lives 300 kilometers away, to surprise him today. He has no clue what is coming. When he walks in, I can see he is already exhausted, his face etched with fatigue from the nearly four-hour bus ride, but I could not care less. "Mistress, why did you summon me?" he asks, his voice laced with nervous curiosity. I smirk, leaning casually against an old, dark wooden trunk, its rough grain scratching under my hands, dressed in loose morning clothes, my hair still mussed from sleep. "You will find out soon enough," I snap. "Stop asking questions."With a lazy flick of my hand, I point to the floor. "Kneel," I command, my voice sharp and unyielding. "And sniff my ass." His eyes light up, a bulge already forming in his black underwear as he thinks, all excited, that he is in for a nice rimming session with his mistress. Poor fool. I let him savor the moment briefly before ordering him to lie down. "Stick your tongue in my ass," I say, my tone cold and commanding. He obeys, eager at first, but as I shift and stand, his face twists, and he gags. "What is wrong?" I ask, feigning innocence."Mistress," he stammers, his voice trembling, "I did not expect it... a piece of your... shit got in my mouth." I let out a low, cruel laugh, pressing harder against the trunk, the wood creaking faintly under my weight. "That is nothing," I say, stepping closer, my eyes glinting with sadistic amusement. "I called you here to be my toilet today." His body stiffens, his eyes screaming silent refusal, but I do not care. His reluctance means nothing to me. I squat over his face, my voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "Open your mouth wide." He hesitates, but he knows he has no choice. With a shudder, he complies. I let out a loud, creamy shit, the sound echoing in the room. Some of it lands in his mouth, but most of the foul mess smears across his cheek, dripping onto the floor. I stand, looking down at his pathetic form, and order, "Eat it." The stench is overpowering, and his face contorts in disgust. I slip on a glove, scoop up the mess that fell on the floor, and shove it into his mouth. "Eat," I snarl. He tries to refuse, gagging, but to please me, he gets down a small amount. "It is not easy, Mistress," he mumbles, "the smell..." I roll my eyes. "A toilet is a toilet. Do your job."Seeing his resistance, I switch tactics. "Fine," I say, "let us try my piss instead." I position myself over him again, and he drinks, gulping down nearly all of it straight from the source. At least he is good for something. Satisfied with that small victory, I wipe my pussy and dirty ass with a piece of tissue, then toss it onto his face, letting it stick to the mess already there. "I am not pleased," I say coldly, turning to leave him sprawled on the floor, a pitiful excuse for a toilet, the trunk behind me a silent witness to his humiliation. "You have disappointed me."

Ludovica Luxury

POOP #3 -hd

I am comfortably seated on my elegant sling, with one of my many slaves kneeling at my feet, eagerly awaiting my commands. He does not yet know what his task will be today, but I do not like to waste time. With a slow, deliberate movement, I bring my feet close to his face, letting him see just how dirty they are. He gets the hint immediately - his tongue is already out, ready to serve, no words needed.I begin rubbing my feet across his tongue, but I quickly notice it is too short to meet my standards. Annoyed, I decide to shift his focus. "Enough with the feet," I snap. "Focus on something else. I want you to clean my asshole. Thoroughly."He knows what is coming. With a mix of fear and obedience, he opens his mouth wide as I command. I do not hold back: the first load of caviar slides straight into his throat. I give him a moment to swallow, watching him with a smug smile. But I am not done. I cannot hold back any longer, so I let it all go. His mouth fills up, and there is so much that my caviar overflows, dripping down his face in messy streaks.I do not tolerate waste. Using my fingers, I scoop up every bit from his face and shove it back into his mouth, ordering him to eat it all. He tries his best, poor thing, but his gagging betrays him. Not that I care - his struggles do not faze me. After a while, though, I start to get bored. He is too slow, and my time is precious.I make a decision. "Open again," I command. For the third time, I fill his mouth, but this time I add a special touch: a stream of my golden champagne to quench his thirst. He struggles to keep up, but that is not my problem. I stand up, look at him with disdain, and deliver an ultimatum: "I will be back in ten minutes. If you have not finished everything, you will be in serious trouble."With a final glance of defiance, I leave him there, drowning in his duties, as I walk away with a satisfied smile.

Ludovica Luxury

TOILET DEDICATION -hd

Like every morning, my personal ritual is ready to kick off. My devotee, as I call him, is usually as punctual as a Swiss watch, but today, at the last minute, he texts me: flu, fever, he is down for the count. In years of unwavering dedication, he has never bailed. He must be really sick, poor guy. Too bad for him, because I do not have time to wait or call a backup: nature is calling, and my masterpiece will not wait.I settle onto my legendary Golden Throne, the WC chair that reigns supreme in my bathroom, fit for a queen like me. With a deep breath, I let it all happen. The result? A work of art: 750 grams of pure perfection, with an aroma only a true connoisseur could appreciate. And today is menu is extra special: tuna, spinach, and a hearty serving of brown rice from last night is dinner, expertly digested and transformed into this marvel. My devotee, who usually savors this feast like it is a Michelin-star risotto, missed out big time today.But I am not one to let a masterpiece go to waste. So, I decide to turn this loss into an opportunity: I launch an online auction. The highest bidder will earn the privilege of receiving my "special package." Some might devour it with devotion, others might smear it on their body like a luxury cream, and some might use it as lube for a solo session. Hell, maybe someone will whip up a rice salad with it - who knows! The sky is the limit.In the meantime, I carefully package it up, ready to ship to the lucky winner. As for my sick devotee, I will let him off the hook today - but only because he needs to choke down his meds. Tomorrow, flu or no flu, I expect him kneeling before the Golden Throne, like every damn morning. No excuses!

Ludovica Luxury

NO BRAKFAST CONSEQUENCES -hd

Today is Sunday, my sacred day for filming. I keep it free to create fresh, exclusive content, and one of my slaves had a simple task: bring me breakfast. Instead, he shows up late, empty-handed, looking like a beaten dog. I pin him with a stare sharp enough to cut glass. "Where is my breakfast?" I demand, my voice low and laced with menace. He mumbles, pathetic, "I did not have time." Oh, really? I tilt my head, a cruel smile curling my lips. "And you, did you eat?" He nods, unable to meet my eyes. So, he found time for his breakfast, but not for mine. Big mistake."Fine," I say, my voice chilling the air. "Today, you are getting a double breakfast. A very... special one." He knows what is coming. No choice. With a sharp gesture, I order him to lie on the floor, and he obeys, head bowed, like the loyal servant he is. I position myself over his mouth, my body commanding the scene, and serve him his breakfast straight from the source - my asshole, as I call it, laughing. "Eat it all," I command. "Or we move to Plan B." I do not tell him what it is, but my tone promises trouble.I scoop the "result" from his face and pile it into a transparent bowl. Settling onto my purple velvet couch - my throne - I start feeding him with my hands, shoving small clumps of "caviar" into his mouth. He coughs, gags, his face twisted in disgust, but I do not flinch. "Swallow," I order, my voice hard as steel. "I do not care if you like it." We go on like this for about twenty minutes, but when I see he has only managed half, my patience snaps. Time for Plan B.I take the remaining "caviar" and, without hesitation, start stuffing it into his ass, pushing it in with a dildo. He is a virgin, and every whimper only fuels my amusement. "Not enjoying it, are you?" I taunt, my voice dripping with mockery. But I am not done. As I keep working him, I feel an urge. I shift over his back and let a hot stream of piss flow, sliding down his skin, mixing with the mess I have made, pooling around his ass. "Stuffed with shit everywhere," I laugh, my voice echoing in the room. "Mouth, ass, you are a wreck."I step back, looking down at him - broken, humiliated, a trembling mess at my feet. "Clean up this filth," I command, my tone leaving no room for argument, "and go get my breakfast. Now." I walk away, leaving him sprawled on the floor, a pathetic heap of submission, while I exit the room, regal and untouchable. The filming day has just begun, and I am already in complete control.

Ludovica Luxury

OUT OF SERVICE -hd

This morning, after a wild party at my place, I woke up to a disaster: the bathroom is completely clogged, thanks to my guests who went overboard last night. The plumber? Nowhere to be found, as usual. So, I summon my slave, who shows up with that familiar look of submission, already sensing today is going to test his devotion. I point to the bathroom, where a stack of toilet paper stands like a monument to chaos. He gets it instantly, his eyes flickering with a mix of dread and loyalty."Today is your lucky day," I say with a wicked smirk. "Your Mistress needs a very... personal service." I have him lie on the floor while I settle on the couch, legs propped up, fully in command. "Last night is raw fish feast went a bit wild," I warn him, "so brace for something... exceptional." I push, and a creamy masterpiece makes its grand debut. He does not flinch - knows his only purpose is to please me - and his dedication almost makes me chuckle. Almost.I am not done. I light a cigarette, taking a deep drag, and order, "Mouth open. You are my ashtray now." He obeys, trembling slightly as the ash falls precisely into his gaping mouth. Pure bliss. "There is more," I add, and with a fluid motion, I let a warm stream of my golden nectar pour straight into his throat. He swallows every drop of my precious gift without hesitation, and I laugh. "See? You were made for this." The cigarette sparks another urge, so I treat him to one final "offering." A couple more pushes, with him lying there, mouth open like a sacred altar, and I am finally empty and utterly satisfied."Well done, slave," I say, stubbing out the cigarette. "Stay on standby. If the plumber keeps ghosting, you know who I am calling." I dismiss him with a regal wave, and he slinks off, still marked by my essence. Me? I feel like a Goddess.

Mila Mynx
Ludovica Luxury

EAT OFF MY FEET -hd

This morning my belly is insanely bloated. Yesterday I overdid it with chia, flax seeds, beans - everything that ferments and presses for hours. The urge is building, warm and heavy, and I smile to myself because I know exactly where it is going. Not in the toilet, obviously. I have got a brand-new worm, fresh arrival, and today I break him in properly.He comes in, drops to his knees without a word. Kisses the soles of my bare feet one by one with pathetic devotion, then licks them clean, collecting every trace of dust and dried sweat. I am sprawled on the couch, phone in hand, barely glancing at him.You know what is coming today, pig? I say in a flat tone, eyes on the screen. Your tongue is going to be my toilet paper. But do not worry - I am not shitting in your mouth... not yet. I want to keep that mouth clean for later. So I am dumping it all over you: on your bare stomach, your chest. That way you can lick my ass afterward without your mouth already stinking of shit.I see him tremble, eyes wide, cock straining in his pants. He knows there is no escape.Shirt off. Lie down on the floor.He obeys instantly. Pale chest, nipples already hard from nerves. I straddle his face first.Lick my hole. Open it up properly. Push in deep, swirl, get it wet. Show me how much you want this.His warm tongue slides in - slow at first, then eager. Circles the rim, presses, loosens me bit by bit. The pressure is massive now, ready to burst.I stand up, squat over his stomach, thighs wide, ass hovering just above his skin. I stare straight into his eyes, slow cruel smile.Watch me turn you into my personal toilet.I push. Then the load comes: big, heavy, lands with a wet thud across his chest. His eyes bulge; he knows he is eating every single bit.Look how much I saved just for you... I ate extra yesterday on purpose.I sit back on the couch, bare feet now carrying a few streaks.Now clean my ass. Lick up everything still stuck there.I turn, plant my dirty hole right onto his face. He starts licking frantically: gathering the soft, earthy, bitter remnants. Tongue digs deep, swirls, sucks, swallows. I grind back and forth, using his face like living toilet paper until my hole feels smooth and nearly clean.Good... now the main course.With my feet I scoop a thick piece from his chest - warm, soft but firm. I bring it to his open mouth using my big toe and second toe.Open wide. Eat from my foot, pig.I push the bite between his lips. He chews slowly, swallows with grimaces of disgust. I keep going: another chunk, I mash it lightly under my sole to soften it, rest it on his tongue.Lick my toes after every bite. Taste me mixed with your meal.I rub my dirty soles over his tongue, cheeks, lips. Shove each toe into his mouth one by one while he swallows. Piece by piece I feed him this way until his chest is almost clean. I make him lick the last streaks straight off my feet.All gone... good puppy.He is panting, hard despite the revulsion.You earned a reward. An orgasm... ruined, as always.I plant one foot on his cock, rub slowly to the edge... then pull away sharply. He whimpers desperately, body shaking, no release.Tomorrow we will see where I dump next... maybe all over your face. Or straight in your mouth. Depends how good you are at cleaning me tonight.

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Ludovica Luxury

BIRTHDAY CAKE -hd

Today is my slave's birthday, and honestly, I completely forgot about it. He is not exactly important enough for me to remember his birthday, that is for sure! Still, I am pretty sure it is today. I call him while he is washing dishes in the kitchen, and in a flash, he comes crawling on all fours. I ask him if it is true that today is his birthday, and he nods, looking like a loyal dog. Well, since it is his special day, I decide to be generous for once.I let him kiss my shoes, just for kicks, and then I tell him, I did not order a cake for you, but do not worry, I have got a special idea. I grab a candle and wave it in front of his eyes. The poor fool probably thinks I baked him a cake myself. What an idiot! A cake made by me, sure, I laugh, but in a... very unique way.I make him lie on the floor, and since it is his birthday, I grant him the privilege of licking my ass, thinking about the cake he is about to receive. I do not waste time: I order him to open his mouth wide, and I start shitting right into it. There it is, that is my cake for him! It is so much that it fills his mouth and covers his face. I take the candle, place it on top of the masterpiece, light it, and start singing Happy Birthday while laughing my head off.But it does not end there: a cake is meant to be eaten, right? I did not go through all this effort for nothing! I sit next to him and give him plenty of time to savor it. But this moron does not seem to appreciate my divine creation and starts vomiting half of what he has eaten. How ungrateful! I get pissed, grab him, and rub his face in his own shit and vomit. You do not waste a single bit of the Mistress's cake! I yell before walking away, leaving him there with strict orders to finish every last bit before I return. The Mistress's divine cake is never wasted, got it?

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Ludovica Luxury

SPINACH CURE TREATMENT -hd

Today I slip into the role of the doctor: a classic white coat, unbuttoned just enough down the front, and soft white slippers that barely make a sound on the studio floor.At two o'clock sharp, Marco walks in. I take him in at a glance: dull eyes, grayish skin, pale nails, and when he sticks out his tongue it is completely washed out. Last night, after checking my schedule and seeing his name, I ate nothing but an enormous amount of spinach. All that iron is already inside me, transformed and ready for him.I invite him to sit, listen to his complaints - the constant dizziness, the bloated belly, the sharp pains, the erections that just will not happen anymore - then reach for my stethoscope. I open his shirt and press the cold diaphragm to his chest. His heart beats slow and a little irregular; his lungs sound weak, like even breathing takes effort. I nod with a knowing smile, then have him lie back on the exam table. I palpate his tense, hard abdomen, pressing gently to feel how distended it is, then slide my hands lower to check circulation. His breathing quickens; he knows the real treatment is about to start.I help him off the table and point to the floor. He lowers himself onto the soft rug beside the table, lying flat on his back with his head tilted slightly backward. I pull the low white chair right up to his face, sit down, turn my back to him, and lift the hem of my coat.Open wide, darling, I murmur in a low, warm voice. The magic medicine is coming straight from the source.I push gently and release everything directly into his waiting mouth. Today it is a real mountain - green, soft, steaming, sweet with transformed spinach. He swallows steadily, gulp after gulp, as the warm mass fills his mouth and slides down his throat. He takes in at least half of it, licking his lips between breaths.Then I rise just enough to straddle his face. I start urinating slowly, aiming right into his still-open mouth. He drinks greedily, swallowing every drop of the warm, sweet nectar I give him, while the overflow trickles down his neck and chest. Whatever spills I direct onto his swollen belly and his cock, which immediately begins to harden under the golden stream.With the leftover green medicine I coat his body like thick curative mud: over his abdomen, down his thighs, along his shaft, massaging it in slowly so it soaks into his skin and starts deflating the bloat. I watch him relax, color creeping back into his cheeks, his erection growing firm and insistent under my hands.I spread his legs wider, settle his arms at his sides, and leave him there, perfectly still on the floor, for exactly fifteen minutes so the cure can work deep inside and out.I slip out of the room without hurry, close the door, and smile to myself. When I come back I will walk him to the warm shower, wash everything away, and watch him leave completely reborn. And I will remind him that this treatment needs to be repeated at least once a month if he wants to stay this way.

Dahlia D.

VAPING IN MY PISS & SHIT

BDSM

VAPING

MY OWN MILK

MY OWN SQUIRT

MY OWN PISS

MY OWN SHIT

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Watch me get REALLY dirty in my little dirty paddling-poop-pool!

I had a few hours free to myself, and I was feeling the urge to get DIRTY!

I had been planning this for a few days now, and had already been collecting my piss in a large 5 Litre water bottle. I was just waiting for the right opportunity to use it!

I got my little paddling pool out, I stripped off, grabbed my vape & got in.

I started off by just enjoying my vape. As I let my mind start to think of all the dirty things I was about to get up to!

But not only did I want to get dirty, I also wanted to be a naughty BDSM slut!

I started off my strapping my full milky tits into two metal adjustable clamps I have. I found them in an Auto-shop. They are meant to be used to clamp fuel & oil filters on vehicles... well, they clamp my tits beautifully. And they hurt so badly!

Once my tits were clamped, I put on my collar with my nipple clamps attached to it. With my breasts clamped tight & my nipples clamped, I could feel my own milk start to dribble out of my nipples... So I started spankings them with my paddle! The pain felt SO good. I needed more. I spank my pussy too. Each hit sending shivers through my body.

It was time to get dirty. I lay on my back & lift my legs up high. I start to piss into my own mouth! Covering my face with my own warm piss! It tasted SO sweet. But I needed MORE!

I take a shit on top of my new dildo. I make sure to rub my shit all over the dildo. Licking it. Eating some of my shit. I slap my pussy with my shit covered dildo before sliding it deep into my pussy! I ride it too. It felt amazing!

I get on my side and push the dildo into my tight arse. Fucking myself until i can feel myself needing to shit again. I shit in my hand and eat it. MORE! I NEEDED MORE FILTH!

I make myself squirt. I am in my paddling pool now, in my own breast milk, piss, shit and squirt.

Time to taste the piss I had been collected the last few days!

DD'S PEE PEE!

It is stale! Strong! It smells HORRIBLE. It was 4 days worth of piss! I pour it over myself. It is cold and vile. I pour it in my mouth! Swallowing what I can. Until all the piss it poured out...

I ended with a nice relaxing drag on my vape. I do LOVE when I get some alone time for JUST me!

DD xx

Nicole Ann

Extreme - Two 48h loads in the bathtube

Miss Nicole is holding the first poop for 48 h. She intendend to make a different thing but she woke up and couldn't hold it long enough. Massive shit falls on the plate and farts are heard as soon as she releases her load.

Two more days, another 48 h load is dropped side by side with the first one. They look greenish because she eats lots of spinaches. Proudly she smells both and an amazing session is about to begin.

Miss Nicole takes the plate, with the two poops, inside the bathtube. She describes how much filthy and stinky the oldest poop is.

She start smearing, slowly, her big breasts, asking if you'd like to be there and do the job for her. Shes rubs her big belly with the loads, starts licking and chewing, loudly, pieces of the two loads. She stares at the camera, making intense eye contact with the viewer. She moans gently and speaks with her sweet voice. She swallows, with difficulty, some chunks. She also loves to gag and vomit and start inserting her fingers indide her throat alternating with her long dildo. She keeps putting more shit in her mouth and pushing with the dildo, making gagging noises and she fights with vomits and adds more shit. Miss Nicole tells you to cum inside her filthy mouth, while she licks, spits and gags with the dildo.

After this, she feels so wet and excited, that she uses her clit stimulador to make herself cum very fast. She lights a cigarette and looks at the camera, breathing heavily because of her very strong orgasm.

Ludovica Luxury

SHIT ICE CREAM CONE -hd

This morning the heat is fucking unbearable. The dungeon AC is dead and the air is heavy, humid, disgusting. Hes kneeling in the center of the room like the obedient little worm he is, wearing nothing but a filthy black t-shirt, hands behind his back, head bowed. I grab a vanilla ice cream cone from the freezer and sit on the edge of the BDSM bed. I lick it slowly, teasingly, letting him stare. His stomach growls so loud its pathetic. His eyes beg. I finish it, chew the last mouthful, and spit the warm mush straight into his open mouth. He gags but swallows. Then I crush the waffle scraps under my heel. Lick my foot clean. I smear the sticky mess across his tongue and face until hes licked every crumb off my sole. Time for his real dessert. I go grab an empty waffle cone and come back. Hold it up, right under my asshole. Trembling, he lifts it. I climb onto the bed frame, spread my legs wide, and shit a thick, soft load right into the cone, warm, steaming, overflowing the edges. I step down, look at the perfect turd-cone in his shaking hands, and smile. Lie down on your back. Mouth open. He drops flat instantly. I straddle his face, squat low, and unleash a long, hot stream of piss straight into his mouth. It fills up fast; he gulps frantically, choking, trying not to spill a drop while I keep going until hes drowning in it. When Im done, a little puddle still sits on his tongue. Swallow the last of it. He does, coughing and crying. Back on your knees. He scrambles up, dripping, the shit-cone still in his hands. Now eat your ice cream, toilet. Every bite. Slow and grateful. He brings the cone to his lips, gagging at the smell, and starts licking and chewing the warm shit like its the best thing hes ever tasted. Tears roll down his face. After a few revolting mouthfuls he starts shaking, retching, begging with his eyes. I grab his hair, yank his head back hard, and ram the remaining shit-filled cone deep down his throat in one brutal thrust. He explodes instantly: vomit, piss, shit, ice cream, everything spewing out around the cone in a disgusting flood all over the floor. I shove him face-first into the stinking puddle and grind his head in it. Lick it all up. Every fucking drop. When I come back this floor better be spotless and your belly full of my waste and your own puke. If I find one smear left, Ill hose you down with the enema bag and make you drink that too. I walk out, lock the door, and let the heat and the stench do the rest.

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CassieScat

Let's Lick, Eat & Cum To My Shit, Together!

I'm trying to get some chores done in the kitchen, clad in my panties and pretty pink sweater. I pop out a fart and suggest we go hang out in the bedroom. I think we can have some fun in there.

I head into the bedroom, laying back on my sheets and chat about what we can do together. How about we look at some porn? Does that sound good? I peel down my panties, ripping a hot fart, and begin rubbing my hairy pussy. I pull up my sweater, exposing my perfect tit and continue letting out some more gas. I want you to smell me so I grab a fart in my hand and put it up to your face. I want you to taste my stinky gas!

Into the bathroom we go, talking about the porn we're going to watch together. It's fun to try something new and different, isn't it? I'm completely naked and I'm feeling adventurous! I'm farting on the toilet and it smells so bad because I've got to take a shit. Those pre-poop farts are always so potent!

I'm on the bathroom floor, shit already on the ground and I can't hold it back anymore, I have to go! I grab the little turd nuggets on the ground and the urge hits me so hard. I push out a soft, noisy pile, creating so many hot and airy sounds, and my asshole looks so good as it unleashes that soft mud fall! I turn over, my pussy wide open as I begin to explore my new shit pile against the little turdlets I had already popped out. It's actually so intriguing digging around in my shit, the soft sticky feel of my poo, thickly covering my fingers. I'm rubbing myself, all my fingers making my pussy sing as I tease you and coax you into eating my shit.

I grab my vibrator and it's really making my pussy shake and quiver. I'm so fucking horny as I lick some shit off my finger. My lips look so tasty as I suck the poop smear off and I pick up my old nugget, bringing it close to my nose and taking a deep whiff of the stinky turd. My vibrator is doing its job as I lick my poop. I want us both licking my shit as we cum together! But let's take it a step further, I put that turd in my mouth, showing it sitting on my tongue and begin chewing. After I swallow, I lick my finger and am so ready for my pussy to explode. I keep eating more and more shit, feeling how warm it is in my mouth, and keep on rubbing myself with my little tool.

Watch me as my shitty drool dribbles out of my mouth and I give you a countdown so we can burst at the same time. It's so fucking hot as I finally get my release!! I show you my grooly pussy, so sticky from cumming so hard and I can't help but taste more of myself and dip my finger inside and bring it to my lips. Between my shit and my pussy cream, it's such a delicious taste in my mouth. I finish up with a sudden stinky burp, tasting my own shit come back up. This was so much fun! Let's make sure this isn't our last time doing it!

SaraThonson

Copper on the outside, tragedy on the inside

Sarah beach trip is just around the corner, and shes determined to look spectacular. Today is all about beauty: touching up her roots and getting her hair a gorgeous copper shade. She has a million things to do, so she quickly gets everything ready to apply the dye. But just as she starts the process, she feels some mild stomach cramps. At first, she thinks she can tough it out, but they gradually become more intense. Sarah glances at the clock and thinks, I don't have time to waste. So, she heads to the bathroom, puts on a diaper, and decides to press on with her hair mission. As she dyes her hair, her stomach definitely starts taking its toll. Still, Sarah has so much to do: organizing clothes, tidying the kitchen, picking things up, getting everything ready for the trip, and tackling one task after another. She carries on as if nothing is wrong, though every now and then she has to take a deep breath and hold it together. In the midst of it all, she decides to take a quick break. She steps out onto the balcony, smokes a cigarette, and surveys everything she still has left to finish. Then, she returns to her chores, racing against the clock. Finally, just as its almost time to rinse out the dye, Sarah goes into the bathroom and decides to check exactly what shes been holding back for nearly two hours. The surprise was massive. That said, after such an ordeal, her hair turned out spectaculara beautiful copper. Sarah is now ready to head to the beach, show off her new color, and act as if absolutely nothing happened.

CococinelleParis

AVALE MON CACA AUSSI GRAND QUE MON PIED !!!

MON ENORME MERDE DU 14/08/2026 !!!

!!! CACA VENDU !!!

ENVOIE MOI UN MESSAGE SUR SCATBOOK @Cococinelleparis pour recevoir un autre CACA GEANT !

A genoux le visage colle sous mon anus. Tu es mon toilette humaine, ma chiottes vivante, mon seau a merde. Aujourd hui je vais te nourrir directement a meme mon anus. Je pousse. Un GIGANTESQUE etron commence a sortir. Il est monstrueux. Epais, chaud, luisant, extremement lourd. Il grossit, sallonge, devient enorme. Ma merde est aussi grande que mon pied. Aussi longue, aussi large, aussi volumineuse. Un unique bloc de caca massif, compact, dense, qui sort lentement de mon anus. Je te fait a rester la bouche grande ouverte, la langue sortie, colle contre mon trou.

" Ne bouge pas. Ouvre plus grand. Tu vas l AVALER directement. " L etron continue de sortir, centimetre par centimetre. Il est tellement gros qu il etire mon anus en sortant. Tu le sens arriver, chaud, lourd, imposant. Quand il se detache enfin, il atterrit d un seul bloc sur ta langue. L impact est LOURD. Ta BOUCHE DE PORC est immediatement PLEINE DE MERDE. Tu as un CACA aussi grand que mon PIED entier dans la bouche. Je reste au-dessus de toi, mon anus chaud juste contre tes levres.

" Ne l avale pas tout de suite. Mache. Lentement. Ecrase-le avec ta langue. Sens sa texture. Sens comme il est dense et epais. Sens son odeur qui s'impregne en toi. tu es en train de manger ma merde directement a meme mon anus." Je te donne des ordres precis pendant que tu maches ma merde :

" Ouvre plus. Pousse ta langue contre mon trou. Leche mon anus entre 2 machonnements. Nettoie tout gros degueulasse. Avale ce qui est deja dans ta bouche, puis reviens chercher le reste colle a mon anus. Suce. Aspire. Leche. Je veux que tu prennes tout, jusqua la derniere miette, directement sur mon trou de balle. " Tu es mon human toilet. Tu recois tout. Cet CAVIAR MONSTRUEUX, cette MERDE GEANTE qui a la taille de mon PIED ! Je te regarde LUTTER avec le volume. Tes joues se GONFLENT. Tu galeres a tout macher. La merde est tellement grosse que tu dois la casser en plusieurs bouchees. Je te maintiens fermement la tete contre mon anus. Et tu bandes. Et tu bandes. Et tu bandes...

"Continue. Mache bien. Avale. Puis reviens. Leche mon anus en profondeur. Suce mon trou. Je veux que tu finisses tout ce qui reste colle. Mais tu n'as pas le droit de finir (jouir). Tu ne dois pas laisser la moindre trace de CACA ou de CUM. Tu manges ma merde a meme mon anus, comme le TOILET que tu es." Tu leches, tu suce, tu ecrases ma merde entre ta langue et ton palais. Tu avales lentement, puis tu reviens immediatement COLLER TA BOUCHE CONTRE MON ANUS pour prendre ce qui reste. Tu es mon esclave toilette. Tu VIS pour PAYER pour ma MERDE ENORME. Tu vis pour etre NOURRI a meme mon anus. Tout lecher, tout manger, tout avaler... Et aujourd hui, mon CACA est aussi grand que mon pied ! tu vas le manger entierement, lentement, jusqu a la derniere miette, directement sur mon trou... Et Mon pied va te narguer jusqu'au bout, contre ta queue ou dans ta bouche de porc lui aussi, pendant que tu continueras a t ENDETTER pour Moi, Mes pieds, et Mon GROS CACA...

Cette semaine J'ai decide de filmer BEAUCOUP de mes SUPER GROS CACAS (et encore, Je ne les ai pas tous filme !)

Avale tout Mon CAVIAR MONSTRE a meme mon ANUS !!! Comme si tu y etais !

Et d'ailleurs, tu peux y etre si tu RAQUES 100E / $100 pour Mon CACA GEANT que Je t'envoie par colis !!!

International ! (USA, Europe, Asia etc !)

1er arrive 1er servi !!!

CACANICULE

NicolettaEmbassi

Pee & Farts on the Public Restroom Tour

Hello to all my true lovers of real life moments, discreet exhibitionism, and complete, uncensored authenticity! Today, I am taking you around the city with me for a very special high-definition premium piece of content: an exclusive compilation bringing together multiple stops across various public restrooms around my town, packed with urgent releases and sonic relief.

In this urban video tour, you will find me dealing with the pressing need to pee in ever-changing settings: from the classic restroom of a historic bar to shopping mall toilets, train stations, and park facilities. But that is not all: the pressure built up while walking often turns into sudden, thundering, and spontaneous farts on the toilet, all captured by a camera set at a close, confidential angle without any audio cuts or filters.

What You Will Find in This Premium Real Life and Unfiltered Sounds Compilation:

A Variety of Urban Locations: A dynamic edit taking you through different restrooms across town, each with its own vibe, lighting, and layout, offering a continuous sequence of genuine situations.

100% Original Ambient Audio (Pee and Farts): Listen to the crisp, powerful sounds in every single scene - the relieving stream, the echo against the tiles, porcelain noises, sighs of relief, and the loud, unexpected blasts of air echoing inside the stall.

Effortless Confidence, Self-Irony and Spontaneity: Enjoy my natural reactions, knowing smiles, and total lack of embarrassment as I take each stop, embracing the discreet thrill and fun of letting my body go while out and about.

A rich, authentic, hilarious, and highly realistic collector piece - perfect for anyone who appreciates the pure spontaneity of everyday bodily needs and Nicoletta bold, irreverent charm!

NicolettaEmbassi

Wet Red Toenails & Close-Up Soles big shit

Today I'm taking you inside my bathroom for some ultra-high-definition content designed for lovers of spontaneity, wet moments, and foot fetishism. In this exclusive clip, the naturalness of the body meets a close-up and irresistible visual focus.

Positioned on the bathroom floor with an absorbent pad beneath me, I prepare to unleash myself slowly. My feet, meticulously cared for and enhanced by bright scarlet red nail polish, rest directly on the surface. As the warm, abundant flow unfolds, the pad fills until it completely soaks the soles and toes. Immediately afterward, I sit comfortably and bring my wet, shiny soles just inches from the camera lens, showing you every single detail between reflections, drops, and sensual close-ups.

Then I slowly open my big ass, holding it up, and guess what I'll show you next... a nice, soft turd slowly emerges and goes right in front of your face. Lots of moans of pleasure.

What you'll find in this exclusive content:

Natural Flow and Clear Audio: Complete bladder release filmed from a close-up perspective, with 100% original, unedited sound.

Wet Foot Fetish & Red Nail Polish: The visual contrast between bright red nail polish and wet skin, with slow movements of the toes and rubbing on the soaked pad.

Extreme Close-ups on Camera: Close-ups of the soles of the feet, arches, and toes brought directly in front of the lens for an immersive viewing experience.

An intimate, bold, and highly visual content, perfect for those seeking the combination of authenticity and pure fetishism.

THE VIDEO IS ONLINE NOW UNLOCK IT ON YOUR DISPLAY

Sit back and enjoy every detail up close. I'll be waiting for you in the comments!

Stooly Julie
CassieScat

Count the Kernels in My Fresh Shit, Slave

Oh, you like corn? Me too! I've been eating so much of it. Watch me as I crunch it right off the cob. I love how it explodes in my mouth and tastes so sweet! You know what else I like to do? Hold my shit in when my gut is full of corn. I want to give you a big dump full of my corn kernels and I have a task for you. You're going to count all of those corn kernels. Not only was I eating yellow corn but I also had some white corn in there and you need to separate them. You have a big job ahead of you!

I talk you through my corn eating as my toes wiggle and my boobs jiggle in your face. What a view as you get prepped for your corn scavenger hunt! Since I've been holding in my dump for awhile, I'm starting to feel really desperate. I turn over, my ass out and my thong buried between my cheeks. I pull my panties aside, revealing my sweet corn filled asshole and let out a nice toot. It stinks! And that means my ass is ready to release. But first, I squirt out some hot pee, saturating the floor.

My asshole begins to expand and you hear some sexy crackly noises as a flood of corn filled shit starts flowing out of my ass. I've been holding it in so long that I can't contain how quickly it comes out and I finish this dump with some creamy little squirts at the end, making such a mess. My poo is dripping down my ass cheek as my huge load sits on the ground, awaiting the scavenger hunt that you'll be participating in.

I grab some toilet paper, wiping my shit smeared ass and show you how dirty it is. Can you believe there's even bits of corn as I'm wiping? I show you my corn filled scat load up close and you can't believe how much is in there. You've got a big task ahead of you so you better get to counting and sorting!

Miss Medea
Stooly Julie

Sexy Sunning & Shitting

It's hot out but vitamin D is so good for you. So I'm outside, soaking in the sun in my little white and blue bikini, reading my book and listening to some music. I'm just chilling and enjoying some me time. Before you know it, I spread my legs and I start rubbing myself through my bikini, all the while reading my book. My painted toes are curled up as I touch myself. I pull my bikini bottom to the side, revealing my hairy pussy and my coral nails stand out against my skin and my dark bush. I rub it quicker and quicker and pause to flip my page. It's all just lazy, casual play though and I feel like touching myself while I'm all alone and sitting in the sunshine. I scoot around on my chair, my ass now pointed in your direction. I'm on my knees with my soles up, squatting. Nonchalantly, I pull my bottoms to the side, and my skin is gorgeous in the sunlight, especially on my asshole. You see that hot little hole begin to pucker and you know what's coming next. The brown tip of a log emerges from my butthole, and slowly begins to snake out of my ass. It creates a nice shadow on the chair as it comes out. Plopping on the chair, it slides right off but its followed by some pee squirting all over. I'm quiet the whole time, simply enjoying being outside in nature with the sun on my skin and releasing the pressure from my bowels. Another turd lands on the chair, sitting there as I turn around and get back to my book. My legs are spread apart as I lean back and continue reading as my shit glistens in the sun.

Miss Infinity
SaraThonson

dirty anal with schoolgirls and a teacher

Professor Sara was editing her lesson and checking homework when it was Valentinas turn. As usual, she opened her notebook expecting to find exercises but she found something completely different: drawings, hearts, and love letters everywhere.

Valentina, what about the homework? What are you supposed to be doing?

Valentina, with an innocent look on her face, quickly closed her notebook.

Professor I was working on something very important.

Sara took the notebook and began to read. The more she read, the more serious she became.

School is for studying, not for falling in love

Valentina knew the professor was about to call her parents, so she decided to try to win them back. She approached her, gently stroked her hair, and then rubbed her back, trying to seduce her and change her mind.

Professor, please dont call my parents. I promise to behave and finish the homework.

Sara stared at her and sighed.

Okay. Lets make a deal: homework is going to be a little more fun.

Deal Valentina replied excitedly.

But just as they started organizing the classroom, Sara found a large toy among the supplies.

Look at this, Sara said.

Valentina picked it up, and the two of them started playing with it.

The problem was that, between games, they let out all the crap they were holding in

BAM

Everything ended up scattered all over the classroom.

Sara stared at the mess in silence.

Valentina asked with a worried look

Does that mean shes going to call my parents?

Sara burst out laughing.

I definitely need a vacation.

CassieScat

Liquid Shits Blast You In Your Face

Don't I look so pretty in my dress? I've had a lovely time out and it's time to unwind. I take off one of my shoes and wiggles my toes in your face. I'd love to get a foot rub, so get to work. I know you're so curious about what I ate. But I'm not telling you that! You wish!

I'll give you little clues though. There's a prize in it for you if you guess right! What is it you ask? Well, my tight little asshole will get pleasured by you and we'll have some anal play. But if you guess wrong, you don't get any such thing!

Unfortunately, you've guessed wrong. Poor little slave! It's time for your punishment and it involves quite a few laxatives. You're in for a really hard time! I'm going to let those laxatives get to work and while they do their job in my gut, I want you to lick my pussy up and lick it up good. It's right in your face, hairy and wet, and I want your nose all up in there, sniffing it well. Although you keep guessing, it's unfortunate that you're such a terrible guesser. You really suck at this! I even tease you by pushing and showing the head of my log but you still don't guess correctly.

I've got my asshole in your face and I push out a warm stream of yellowy, smooshy poo. It coats my butthole and covers your face and your punishment really commences. Lick my asshole clean!

Even though my poop hole is clean, my laxatives begin to take effect. You're hit with a blast of my liquid shit and it goes right into your face. You're covered in my filth, just as a slave should be! These laxatives have done a number on my colon and I release another wave of shit water on you. It just keeps coming, like projectile vomit, except it's from my butt. It squirts and squirts, emptying my stomach out but filling up your face with my waste. It's hot, smelly and loud as it exits my body. My asshole is feeling really raw so be gentle as you lap up my puckered hole. This guessing game didn't work in your favor but maybe next time you'll be luckier.

Rainbow Showers

Turd Worshipping Kitchen Witches

ft. LaTsuna, Lucy Puddles, Taylor Nicole, and Darryl Dowe

In the heart of the kitchen coven, all the witches gather around the counter, eyes looking in reverence and excitement to LaTsuna who kneels above them. She greets her filthy little sluts with a wicked smile and says "You are some of the filthiest fucking girls I have ever met... and I have a very special treat planned for you. I have not shit in FOUR days!"

The ritual begins. LaTsuna turns, presents her ass, and pushes out the biggest, most magnificent log we have ever witnessed. We lay the sacred offering across the chopping board in awe before claiming a piece to begin our nasty worship. First we breathe in the rich, dizzying scent of her four-day creation. It just smells so damn good! Then, we take her warm shit and rub it into our skin like the most coveted witchy beauty potion. We start with our tits, smearing the filth all over ourselves and greedily helping one another, stealing little licks from each others coated boobs along the way. The ceremony deepens. One by one we climb onto the counter so the other witches can thoroughly anoint our asses with LaTsunas gift, spreading her shit deep into our pores. The heat and filth make us so giddy!

By the end of the ritual we are completely covered, five witches painted in her giant load, with still more left over. We gather close to the camera, shit-smeared and glowing, proudly displaying our new coating. LaTsuna looks around at her devoted coven and thanks her nasty witches for worshipping her shit so thoroughly!

-Serena<3

NicolettaEmbassi

Angry Teacher Nicoletta

The key turned in the lock with a sharp click, breaking the silence of the apartment. Nicoletta closed the security door behind her, resting her forehead against it for a handful of interminable seconds. It had been a grueling day within the walls of the school: seven hours spent dealing with thirty shrill voices, arguments over a broken ruler, scribbles on the desks, and an extraordinary faculty that had dragged on until late afternoon like a sentence.

Then, the insistent ringing of the notification from the laptop on the desk shattered all hope. There she was, standing by her bed, answering in her red shoes, her knee-length skirt, and her red glasses.

A small red square pulsed on the screen: Make-up call 6:30 PM Individual review of geometry and verbs.

Nicoletta held back a hoarse sigh, running a hand over her face. She'd forgotten the last appointment of the week: the online session with Samuele, the academic despair of the class, a boy capable of staring into space for twenty minutes straight before he could distinguish a trapezoid from a slice of cake.

She dropped to the floor, turned on the webcam, trying to compose a vaguely professional expression, and entered the virtual room. The metallic sound of the connection gave way to the grainy frame: the boy appeared on the screen with his head resting heavily on his graph paper, a chewed pencil between his fingers, and his gaze lost who knows where at the ceiling of his room.

Good evening, teacher... mumbled a drawn-out voice, accompanied by the crackling hiss of the microphone.

Good evening to you, Samuele. Page forty-seven, problem number two. Read aloud, please.

Thus began an ordeal of surreal slowness. Each syllable was pronounced with monumental effort; The words stumbled over each other, punctuated by endless pauses where only the boy's heavy breathing and the dull tapping of the pencil on the desk could be heard.

Then something clicked in Nicoletta's mind... something truly perverse... why not teach her something else? She began to undress slowly... very slowly, one item of clothing at a time, and then, seeing the boy's shocked face, she began to rant and piss until things got really extreme... a fantastic, fat shit that could be eaten straight from her shoes. Something truly extreme, unmentionable.

SaraThonson

Cronica de unos flatulencia anunciado

Sara went out to eat at a Mexican restaurant, convinced she'd have a quiet evening. She sat down, looked at the menu, and, as if the universe wanted to test her, ordered a birria pizza with a coconut lemonade. A combination that, at that moment, seemed simply glorious.

Sara didnt eat she devoured it She finished the pizza down to the crumbs and left the lemonade as if she were drinking the last glass of her life. But as soon as she finished, her stomach began to slowly swell. First, it was a slight discomfort; then, a pressure that seemed to herald the end of the world.

Sara tried to bear it with dignity, but her belly had other plans. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, got up from the table, and ran to the bathroom like a bat out of hell.

As soon as she closed the door, the concert began PRAAA, BRUUUM, POOOOM A series of foul smelling booms sounded so loud it seemed like they were demolishing the bathroom. Sara could only think, I knew that combination wasnt going to end well

After surviving the disaster, she returned home believing the nightmare was over. But no. Her stomach still had more to offer. And so, from the moment she arrived, it continued to make a racket, one after another, as if it were rehearsing for a band.

The worst part was the smell an unmistakable combination of mess and regret.

The pizza definitely didnt agree with her tummy

but Sara, between laughs and farts, had to admit something: dinner was delicious! And would she order it again? Probably, because some pleasures are enjoyed first and paid for later.

Lady Ariell
NicolettaEmbassi

Diaper Pissing in a Deep Red Dress

The garden air was warm and still, thick with the scent of cut grass and dry earth. The wrought-iron table in the center of the lawn cast a sharp shadow, a small perimeter of darkness where you lay curled up on the pavement, your forehead pressed against the rough stone, reduced to the complete insignificance of a worm crawling in the dust.

She sat above, comfortable on the garden chair, draped in a long, deep red dress that hung heavily down her hips. The crimson hem draped past the chair's edge, only partially concealing the thick, stiff, bulky outline of the large adult diaper worn beneath the fabric. The contrast between the austere elegance of the dress and that voluminous white padding was absolute, shameless in its prominence.

A long silence dominated the space, broken only by the faint rustle of the adhesive tapes yielding slightly under the pressure of her weight. Then, without hesitation or embarrassment on her face, the heat began to spread. Underneath the dress, the distinct, muffled crackle of cellulose swelling became audible as it greedily absorbed the continuous, warm, heavy stream released with pure nonchalance. The diaper expanded visibly in volume, weighing down between her thighs, while she continued gazing toward the horizon as if simply enjoying the afternoon breeze.

Once the release ceased, she slowly crossed her legs and slid her bare feet out of her sandals, letting them drop onto the grass. She stretched her legs beneath the table, directly into the shadowed space where you remained to inhale the dust. With her heels and toes, she deliberately began pressing against the swollen, heavy bulk of the soaked diaper. The wet, crinkling plastic sound echoed clearly just inches from your face. She used the soles of her feet to squash and knead the saturated padding, grinding the crinkling plastic against the red fabric of the dress, brushing your shoulder with her toes to remind you of your place: motionless and silent on the ground, witnessing every single movement of her complete, indifferent dominance.

NicolettaEmbassi

Pink Lace Defilement: Deep Yoga Cushion Gas

The room was draped in muted silence, lit only by the soft afternoon glow filtering through the half-closed shutters. A single meditation zafu made of raw cotton rested on the polished floor, thick and dense, meant to support my posture during relaxation routines. You knelt merely inches away, hands flat against the parquet and eyes glued to the ground, reduced to a mute witness to my every move. I wore nothing except a pair of delicate pink lace panties, gossamer-thin like a spiderweb, with floral embroidery revealing the bare skin beneath and framing the curves of my hips. The fragile, ethereal elegance of that lingerie clashed sharply with the cold composure of my movements. With measured slowness, I straddled the round cushion, settling my full weight onto my knees and pushing my hips back until the sheer fabric pressed firmly against the rough weave of the cover. I stayed motionless for a moment, letting the internal pressure build, savoring your dread of what was about to follow. Then, without a shred of modesty, I let go entirely. The first blast hit sudden, deep, and loud: a heavy wave of hot air that instantly ballooned the fragile pink lace before sinking straight into the thick padding of the zafu. The cushion absorbed the dull impact, while the raw echo of the release bounced cleanly off the bare walls. I did not budge. I stayed perched there with a calm, aloof expression as I released a second discharge, even longer and more sustained, vibrating the sheer fabric and ringing unfiltered through the quiet space. Tilting my chin up, I caught your gaze for an instant before grinding my rear down once more to empty the remaining heat into the cotton. That meditation cushion, pristine until moments ago, was now thoroughly claimed by my raw, uncaring presence, while you remained frozen on the floor, absorbing the weight of my absolute authority.

CassieScat

Taunting My Slave: Wet Shit-Stained Undies

You're going to get lucky today! I'm in such a great mood, showing off my summery satin dress and I'm feeling pretty horny. Of course, you don't get me completely. That's saved for someone that I'm actually attracted to and that couldn't possibly be you. No, you'll just have to do as my little play thing.

I want you on the ground where you belong. Ready to worship me and my gorgeous ass. I untie my dress, stripping for you, teasing you with my round pantied cheeks. I turn around, showing you a peekaboo view of my bush, as I rub myself, enjoying talking down to you. It really gets me excited to treat you poorly and I find it incredibly entertaining! But what else should I do with you? How about your tongue on my skin? But not in my most intimate areas. No, you're fit to lick my feet. And while you do it, touch your little dick. I'll actually allow you to do that. Like I said, I'm in a really good mood today!

I sit on the floor with my feet in your face and prepare you for what's to come. Some stinky, smelly shit is coming your way and you need to be ready. I rub my pussy through my panties, feeling the wetness build. You're not creating the wetness. No, you could never! This is all me and how excited I am to be messing with my toilet slave. I pop up on my heels and you see wetness bloom on my panties, as I piss in them, saturating them as my pee drips on the ground.

My pee soaked panties are stuck to my skin and get sucked into my crack as my rectum muscles work. Talking dirty to you, teasing you, getting you so worked up, while only allowing you the opportunity to lick my feet. Oh, it's one of my favorite things to do! I point at my special spot, you know the one. The one that's your absolute favorite. My poop hole! I pull my soaked panties to the side, giving you a view of my dirty butthole, as poop starts to make its way out. I put my panties back in place and rub my finger over my shit hole, urging you to lick these piss panties, as you watch my poop start to stain my undies. I rub over and over again, spreading the stain further while guiding you through your duties.

You exist for one purpose and that's to serve me, so continue being useful and do your job like a good slave. You're going to finish by jerking off your pathetic little dick and then licking my dirty fingers clean. You're welcome, slave.