The Daily Toilet Episode 23

Description: Wrapped in black satin that clings to every curve, i perch on the toilet like i was born to own it. smooth, glossy fabric, bare thighs parted… and beneath me? a quiet storm building.you don’t see it — but you’ll hear everything.each thick, humid blast rolls out slow and controlled, echoing between my cheeks and off the porcelain. my satin ripples with each push, each sticky release another reminder that i’m in charge… and you're beneath me.you’re not watching a girl take a dump.you’re worshiping a goddess claiming her throne.