LadyScarlet – Lady Scarlet Close scat in chastity (€11.99 Yezzclips)

I look at my slave with contempt and satisfaction. Contempt because from here, sitting on my throne, I see all his inferiority. Satisfaction because he is in chastity, and soon I will shit in his mouth. I order him to kiss the soles of my sandals if he wants me to get up and get closer to him. Performs. I give him my spit and sit on his face. Before becoming my toilet, I want to have fun smothering him under my ass and pussy. So he gets familiar with the area hahaha. He cant breathe, several times he beckons me to stop but I insist. I want to brainfuck him, I want his face to disappear between my buttocks! Then all of a sudden I take the key of his chastity belt out of my panties, and threaten him that if he doesnt eat everything I wont open the cage for him. Seems to understand … Crouched on him, with my hole very close to his mouth, I shit slowly. I want to give him the chance to taste it, to chew it and to swallow it. Little shit come out, neither hard nor soft, and my toilet eats. From my hole to his, directly. After I feed him, I order him to clean me with his tongue and he now in ecstasy and aware of his submission does. I still show him the key… I wonder if he deserved the birds freedom…

Pompeii Poopa Panty Bulge: Crackle & Hiss ($8.99 Femscat)

I perch upon a closed throne, a modern twist on the ancient’s seat of power. In an audacious departure from the norm, I straddle the throne, a daring reminder that norms are made to be challenged. As you watch, captivated, I revel in the sensual tension of anticipation. The air is thick with the promise of what’s to come.

With a mischievous posture, I decide not to succumb to the ordinary constraints. Instead, I let the primal instinct take over, a visceral liberation. My white undergarments are soon graced with a growing bulge, a symbol of the delicious control I wield over my own desires. And when the moment is ripe, I present it to you, a peek into the forbidden, a glimpse into a world where rules are rewritten.

But the story doesn’t end there. Enter my devoted slave, an embodiment of the passions that are often kept concealed. They appreciate every curve, every nuance of the hot mess I’ve created. There’s an undeniable thrill in their touch, an exploration of boundaries that mirrors the journey we’re taking together. In their hands, my molten eruption becomes a masterpiece of sensation, a symphony of textures and emotions that stirs the soul.