Miss Dula lay back on her opulent chaise longue, her ample curves glistening in the candlelight. She picked up a small dish filled with Italian caviar and held it out to him. The corner of her mouth twitched into a wicked smile as she watched him lick his lips in anticipation.
As he started to eat the delicious caviar from her fingers, Miss Dula reached down between her legs and began to play with herself. Her plump thighs shivering with excitement as she grew wetter by the moment. Her bald pussy glistening invitingly in the candlelight.
She could feel his gaze on her as she teased herself, and she loved the power it gave her over him. He was utterly devoted to her, and she knew it. She watched him hungrily as he devoured the caviar, unable to take his eyes off her.
"Now," she commanded, her voice a low whisper, "it's time to masturbate." She nodded towards his rapidly growing erection.
Obligingly, he pulled out his own dick and began to stroke it, gazing at her with adoration as he did so. She watched him with a mix of pride and desire, cupping her breasts with her hands.
"Excellent," she murmured as she felt herself starting to cum. Her hips bucked up off the chaise longue, and she let out a groan of pleasure.
And then, without warning, she turned her attention back to him. "Finish up," she ordered, pushing her bare butt towards his face. She grinned wickedly as he lowered his head to her ass, his tongue just grazing the sensitive skin, knowing what was coming next.
With a sly smile, Miss Dula reached back and gave his balls a gentle squeeze before pulling them away. Then, she leaned forward and unzipped her fly just enough to reveal her wet, glistening butthole. "And now," she purred, "it's time for you to clean up my mess."
His eyes were wide with anticipation, and he leaned in eagerly. Miss Dula gave him a wink as she started to push. "Suck it," she commanded softly, feeling the hot rush of air against her sensitive skin as he took her into his mouth.
Their interaction was a symphony of lust and power, with each move carefully choreographed to heighten the other's pleasure. As he sucked on her clit and tongued her ass, Miss Dula reached down with her boots and started hitting his balls, softly at first, then harder as she felt herself getting closer to another orgasm.
It wasn't long before she felt it coming, and this time there was no holding back. With a cry of ecstasy, Miss Dula came hard, her whole body shuddering with pleasure as she emptied herself into his mouth.
Slowly, she pulled away, her breathing heavy. "Well done, my toilet," she murmured, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Now it's time for you to cum."
And with that, she turned her head to the side and wiped her butt with her finger, offering it to him with a smile. He took it eagerly, his cock erupting in a hot, thick stream onto her hand as she watched, a satisfied smile playing across her lips.
