mistress t toilet: A Tale of Discovery, Mystery, and Adventure

By crystalline water, “mistress t toilet” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “mistress t toilet,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “mistress t toilet” captures every slick sound as she masturbates shamelessly under the sun. Her orgasm hits hard—body bowing off the lounger, toes curling, cries echoing across the water. “mistress t toilet” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)