Sweet Tooth, Sour Aftermath
Kitty Skatt
Scat Queen Summer's Filthy Feast
The summer sun beats down, but a deeper heat stirs within me. Today, I'm not clad in latex, but in a gleaming golden bikini, poised above my eager toilet. My devoted shit-slave waits below, mouth agape and ready to be fed. I release a torrent of my warm, creamy filth, filling his mouth as I relax on my throne and delve into my Bitcoin book. But the feast doesn't end there. For my human toilet, I have a special dessert: a freshly-made, soft-serve ice cream cone, straight from my bowels. Can you guess the flavor? His next task is to savor every drop of my homemade treat in public, a truly delicious humiliation.
