I never knew what I wanted for Christmas until Miss Dula offered her signature experience: a chance to witness her most intimate moments. As she sashayed into the room dressed in a sexy red Christmas dress that hugged her curves, I couldn't help but feel both excited and nervous. She smiled seductively at me, her bright blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Today," she purred, "I'm going to do something special just for you." She turned around slowly, showcasing her plump round ass and dripping wet slit. "I have a brand new present for you... it's a Kartell toilet chair, and it's fully transparent."
My heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing Miss Dula's naked behind sitting on the chair as she relieved herself. She approached the toilet chair and sat down, her ass filling the seat perfectly. As she started playing with herself, moaning softly, I couldn't help but lose focus on what we were about to do.
"Hello? Are you still with me?" She chuckled softly, her hand sliding between her legs. I snapped out of my trance and returned my attention to the beautiful goddess in front of me. She let out a long, low fart that echoed through the room before starting to poop, her body shuddering with pleasure.
I watched, transfixed, as she lowered her face towards her own poop, her luscious red lips parting in anticipation. She moaned even louder this time, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she inhaled the scent of her own shit. It was both disgusting and arousing all at once – a feeling that I couldn't quite explain.
For what felt like an eternity, Miss Dula continued to poop and masturbate, all while maintaining eye contact with me. The exhaustion was starting to show on her face, but she pushed through it, determined to give me the experience of a lifetime.
Finally, after what felt like hours, she pulled her face away from the mess on the floor and looked up at me, her lips coated in a thin layer of her own shit. She held out her hand, beckoning me closer. I inched towards her, my heart racing, wondering what she had in store for me next.
As I stood before her, she leaned forward and unzipped my pants, freeing my cock from its confines. She began jerking me off, her saliva mixing with the remnants of her poop on my cock. I gasped as she raised her hand to my face, letting a stream of her pee hit my eyes and mouth, the warmth washing over me.
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Miss Dula sat up straighter and looked me in the eyes. "I want you to cum on my face," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
With one last gasp, I emptied myself onto her perfect face, watching as she closed her eyes in bliss. "Thank you," she breathed, her own cum dripping from our entangled bodies, "that was an incredible experience for both of us."
I nodded mutely, still trying to process everything that had just happened. As Miss Dula stood up and grabbed a towel to clean herself up, I watched in awe, knowing that I would never forget this moment for the rest of my life.
