Miss Dula, a stunning woman with a devilish smile, stood before you, her ass bare and perky. She looked down at you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and fear as you knelt at her feet, mesmerized by her beauty.
"You wish to be my toilet, and this is your chance," she purred, her voice like velvet. She stepped towards the bathroom, her ass swaying invitingly. "Follow my instructions, and you will enjoy this moment like never before."
As she disappeared into the bathroom, your heart raced with anticipation. Moments later, she reemerged, her body slick with water from the shower. She turned to face you, leaning against the door frame, her soft curves pressing against the cool surface.
"Now, get on all fours," she commanded, her voice thick with desire. Obeying her every word, you lowered yourself onto the floor, presenting your mouth for her pleasure.
Miss Dula's hand moved with ease down your back, over your shoulders, and finally to your face. She guided your head towards her wet, glistening asshole, which hung slightly open before you. Her fingers traced circles around your lips, teasing you before pushing you closer to her portal.
"Eat everything that comes out of my asshole," she ordered, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "It will be your breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
With a deep breath, you opened your mouth wider and plunged your tongue inside her tight anus. You moaned as you tasted her sweet nectar, and the feeling of her muscles contracting around your tongue sent shivers down your spine.
She threw her head back, arching her back as she groaned in pleasure. "That's it, my toilet," she panted, leaning closer to you. "Adore my asshole with this close-up."
As she spoke, she leaned down, her warm breath tickling your skin. She pressed her wet, soapy pussy against your lips, and you could feel her pulsating with desire. You wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked gently, and she threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back.
Miss Dula's fingers dug into your shoulders, pushing you deeper into her body. Her hips moved in time with your sucking, and with a violent thrust, she pushed her pussy against your face, filling your mouth with her juices.
She pulled away with a loud moan, leaving you panting for more. "Now, it's time for the real deal," she purred, reaching behind her once again.
Within moments, her tight asshole appeared before you once more, glistening with her essence. You opened your mouth wider, eagerly awaiting her next command. And as she had promised, she filled you with everything she had - her shit, her piss, her love.
With each pour, she watched you avidly, her eyes filled with lust and pride. You were her toilet, and she loved every moment of it. As she finished, she leaned down, her lips touching yours in a sensual kiss.
"Thank you, my darling toilet," she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. "Now, clean yourself up, and be ready for me when I'm done here."
With that, she disappeared into the bathroom once again, leaving you lying there, covered in her essence and utterly spent. But you knew one thing for sure - you would do anything to be Miss Dula's toilet again and again.
