Sweet Tooth, Sour Aftermath
Kitty Skatt
Double the Depravity: Anal Tonguing and a Load of Fishy Roe!
Miss Medea Mortelle and I demand nothing short of perfection from our human toilet. His capacity must be immense, ready to swallow every drop of piss and every last morsel of shit, all while enduring the most exquisite agony inflicted upon his nipples and balls. To ensure he is primed for the extreme filling to come, we begin with a thorough warm-up of ballbusting and nipple torment. Before the main event, we've devised a few sensory tests. Can our toilet correctly identify, using only his tongue, which asshole is mine and which belongs to Medea? And is his sense of smell refined enough to guess which of our filthy shitholes a freshly presented finger has been buried in? Questions abound, but one promise is certain: under our command as the Dirty Games Queens, no one perishes from thirst. A veritable deluge of piss is on tap, served fresh from our bodies or from our golden collection. Now, to prepare our latrine for the solid courses, Medea feeds him chocolate bullets—firm little treats I previously packed deep inside her ass. I then offer him an anal dildo, its bulbous head glazed with our filth, though the shit clings to it with a stubborn, delicious tenacity. Finally, our toilet fulfills his true purpose. We unleash torrents of our hot, reeking shit all over him. He gags and struggles with the overwhelming portions, and the crowning glory is a very personal slave drink—a thick, swirled slurry of our unique flavors. A truly decadent treat for a devoted palate.
