Miss Dula - My first toilet after the holidays

Miss Dula - My first toilet after the holidays

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As Miss Dula's slave approached her, his heart raced with anticipation. It was his first time serving her after the long holiday, and he knew she had some special plans for him. The scent of her presence filled the room as he knelt before her, eyes locked on her every move. Miss Dula, clad in a tight dress that accentuated her curves, smiled down at him. "You've come a long way to serve me, slave," she purred. "I think it's only fitting that you experience the true meaning of being my toilet slave." She clicked her tongue against her teeth, amused at the idea of his discomfort. Without further warning, Miss Dula pulled down her skirt, revealing her perfect ass cheeks and the promise of what was to come. The slave's mouth watered uncontrollably as he watched her tie up her hair, granting him full access to her most intimate areas. "Drink up," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. The slave leaned forward, his tongue darting out to catch the first drops of her golden nectar. It was strong and potent, carrying with it the essence of Miss Dula's power. He took long, slow sips, savoring every delicious drop. As he drank, Miss Dula took pleasure in his submission. She reached down, her fingers coated in the remnants of her urine, and pushed them into his mouth. He greedily accepted, sucking on her fingers until they were clean. Next, she produced a soft, squishy object from behind her back. It was a chocolate fondue, still warm from whatever depraved indulgences she had partaken in during her vacation. With a wicked grin, she scooped some of the chocolate onto his tongue, letting it melt against his taste buds. "Eat it all," she demanded. The slave closed his eyes, savoring the sweetness of the chocolate as it mixed with the salty tang of her urine. He moaned in delight, unable to resist the temptation of her delectable flavors. He slowly worked his way through the mound of chocolate, sucking on her fingers and licking up every last drop of her essence. By the time he was finished, Miss Dula was satisfied. She leaned back, her legs spread in invitation, and gave him a knowing look. "Remember this, slave," she purred. "You are here to serve me, and I will use you however I see fit." Her words echoed in the slave's mind as he crawled between her legs, his tongue ready to explore the depths of her toilet training. He was her slave, and she was his queen. There was no escape from her allure, no resisting her commands. As he began to lap at her juices, he knew that this was where he belonged - at her feet, worshiping her every need.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 11min.
Video Info: 3840x2160 Pixel @ 26317 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 256 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 2058MB