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Les esclaves des toilettes ne reçoivent que les repas de toilette
15:32
Publié: 06.03.2024 • Masquer
I'm prepping veggies for a yummy dinner party with friends. I'm making a delicious curry rich in spices and flavor that is sure to make my farts extra stinky and my waste extra tasty. My toilet slave won't get to eat any of the curry, though. At least, not until he receives it from my asshole after its been digested. This is the diet of a human toilet. As I blast stinky farts into Kitten's face, I remind him that he hasn't eaten a fresh meal for months. Living off of the elimination from my body has made Kitten's tastes change and now he doesn't remember any other flavors besides my brown stuff. I tell him that he gets to serve up the curry to all my friends and tease him by describing how delicious it is going to be. I make him dig deep into my asshole with his tongue and clean it out after I release some messy farts.
