Miss Dula - Day two of I feed him my caviar for a weekend.

Miss Dula - Day two of “I feed him my caviar for a weekend.”

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It's another day of indulgence for Miss Dula, as she prepares to continue her scatological feast. Dressed in a luxurious silk robe, she effortlessly glides through the room, her eyes fixed on the Spanish slave who lies chained in the corner. A night of sleep hasn't dulled his desire to be her toilet, nor has it lessened the intensity of his scat fantasy. With a delicate smile, Miss Dula opens the cage and kneels before him, her body close enough that he can feel her breath on his skin. "Good morning, my little toilet," she coos. "Are you ready to receive my caviar today?"

The slave nods eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation at the thought of what's to come. Miss Dula unfolds a silver tray bearing a large jar of gleaming black caviar, along with a crystal champagne flute. She drizzles some of the champagne into the caviar, stirring it with a golden spoon. The mixture creates a shimmering, irresistible aroma that fills the air. "Today you will be tasting the finest caviar," she says, her voice low and sultry. "And you will receive it directly in your mouth, just like a good toilet should."

Slowly, Miss Dula scoops up a large spoonful of the caviar and feeds it to the slave. He opens his mouth wide, eagerly accepting her generosity while feeling her warm breath against his skin. The caviar tastes exquisite, far better than any he's ever had before. But as the slave relishes the taste, he realizes there's more coming - much more. With each mouthful, Miss Dula fills him up bit by bit, watching as his cheeks begin to round out from the excess weight. She leans in closer, her breasts practically pressed against his face as she continues to feed him until he feels stretched to capacity.

The slave can't believe he's so full, yet he doesn't want it to end. He knows he'll have to do something special to thank his mistress for this unimaginable treat. As he looks up at her, he sees the promise of further humiliation in her eyes. "Is there anything else you require of me, Mistress?" he asks hesitantly.

Miss Dula smirks, reaching down and grasping his cock through his flimsy prison outfit. She squeezes gently, teasing him with both her touch and the thought of what she might do next. "Yes, my little toilet," she begins, her voice dripping with malice. "I think it's time for you to relieve yourself... on my feet." Without further instruction, the slave drops to his knees before her, tears forming in his eyes as he struggles to contain his excitement. His mouth is still filled with caviar, but he manages to utter one word: "Yes, Mistress."

Miss Dula steps out of her robe, revealing her perfect body encased in a sheer thong. The slave looks up at her with a mixture of adoration and fear as he begins to unload his load onto her feet, his excitement and humiliation reaching new heights. She watches him, her face a mask of intense pleasure as she feels his warm seed against her skin. When he's finished, she looks down at him with a smile that could only belong to a true scat goddess.

She picks up the champagne flute and traces it along his lips, teasing him once more before pouring some of the remaining caviar mix onto his tongue. "Drink it down," she orders, her voice commanding. He obeys without question, savoring the last drop of the delicacy as it slides down his throat. Miss Dula stands over him, surveying her creation - a man transformed into her personal toilet, willing to do anything for another taste of her forbidden fruit.

Category: Shitting / Scat
Length: 13min.
Video Info: 3840x2160 Pixel @ 6971 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 234 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 662MB