Sweet Tooth, Sour Aftermath
Kitty Skatt
Convict's Caviar Toilet Training & Face-Sitting Lesson
The daily cell inspection takes a predictable, primal turn. My assigned inmate, his lust a palpable force, immediately presses his caged and neglected cock against the bars. His hands roam my bare skin without permission, a desperate man starved for the sight and scent of a woman. A wave of pity inspires a deliciously degrading offer: he can worship my ass and dripping cunt from below, but only as my personal toilet. He must swallow every drop of my piss and every chunk of my waste as it falls from me. The desperate fool agrees. I settle onto the throne above his face, unleashing a torrent of golden piss before pushing out a load of thick, hearty sausages for his pleasure. Will his devotion break before I'm empty? Or will he prove himself a truly dedicated latrine? Imagine the shame if his cellmates discovered their peer has been reduced to a human toilet bowl.
