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Miss Dula - Eat all my shit!

Miss Dula - Eat all my shit! / Toilet Slavery

Miss Dula - Eat all my shit!
Miss Dula - Eat all my shit!
Miss Dula - Eat all my shit!

Miss Dula - Eat all my shit!

As I sit on my throne, anticipation fills the air. My loyal human toilet kneels before me, waiting patiently for his next task. The room is perfumed with the scent of my luxurious lifestyle - expensive perfumes and cleanliness blended together in a heady mix. The toilet, however, knows better than to be fooled by these illusions. He knows that it's his duty to cleanse my bowels and make way for the next round of indulgence. With a look of determination, he opens his mouth wide, preparing himself for the onslaught of filth that's about to come his way. As if on cue, the urge strikes me, and I lean forward, my ass presented before him like a golden offering. With a grunt of effort, he takes it, his tongue diving deep into the crevices of my asshole, searching for even the tiniest morsels of waste. My shit is anything but small today - it comes out in one massive log, forcing its way past his lips and down his throat. He chokes and gags, but he doesn't stop. He knows better than to disobey my commands. As he struggles to swallow, another wave of filth washes over him, this time mixed with my hot piss. He uses his hands to gather up the smaller pieces, lapping at them like a hungry dog at a master's table. The room is thick with the sounds of retching and choking, but still, he doesn't stop. He knows that this is his duty - to cleanse me, to make me pure again. And so he continues, his face buried deep in the muck and mire of my waste, his tongue searching for every last taste of excrement and urine. Finally, with a final heave, I am emptied. Slowly, I sit back on my throne, taking in the sight of my filthy slave, his face smeared with the remnants of my shit and piss. It's a look of pure submission, and it fills me with a sense of power and dominance that is intoxicating. "Well done, my toilet," I say softly, patting him on the head like a beloved pet. "Now, go and clean yourself up. You'll be needed again soon enough." And with that, I dismiss him, knowing that he will return, eager and willing to be used once more. For in this world of toilet slavery, there is no escape from the call of the throne.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 12min.
Video Info: 3840x2160 Pixel @ 51200 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 256 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 4352MB

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