Miss Dula - Facesitting and peeing

Miss Dula, a dominant and confident woman, sat in front of her slave with her plump backside facing him. Her black latex thong perfectly outlined her tight asshole, just barely covering the glistening droplets of her delicious fluids. The room was lit dimly, casting shadows across her luscious backside, hiding nothing from her eager slave's view. She leaned back slightly, inviting him to get closer, and he eagerly obeyed. His nose was barely inches away from her moist entrance as he breathed in her musky scent. She laughed softly, enjoying the power she held over him. "You want my ass, don't you?" she purred, her voice filled with erotic promises. Without waiting for a response, she lifted her hand and grabbed a small vibrator from the nearby table. She slowly inserted it into her pussy, gasping as the pleasure shot through her body. She positioned herself slightly more upright, exposing herself fully to his hungry gaze. "Now, my slave," she commanded, "you are not to take your eyes off my ass until I give you permission. Understand?" He nodded eagerly, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her sweetness. As he stared, he could feel himself becoming more and more aroused, his cock straining against his trousers. He watched in fascination as Miss Dula began to move the vibrator in and out of her pussy, moaning softly with each thrust. She leaned back slightly, tilting her hips in invitation as she teased him. She slowly lowered herself onto the edge of the table, making sure to maintain eye contact with her slave throughout the process. His already burning desire increased exponentially as he watched her lustful movements. With a final wicked grin, Miss Dula slid off the table and positioned herself directly in front of her slave. "Now," she purred, "you can breathe from my butt if you wish." She positioned herself so that her legs were spread wide and her back was arched, offering him easy access to her plump cheeks and inviting him to taste her essence. For several long minutes, he savored the sensation of her warm breath against his face and the erotic scent that filled his nose. He couldn't wait any longer; he needed to taste her sweetness. He opened his mouth wide and pressed his tongue firmly against Miss Dula's plump cheeks, licking up every drop of her pee that he could reach. Miss Dula groaned in pleasure as she felt his tongue against her most intimate places. She leaned forward slightly and began to pant heavily, her fluids pouring out even faster now that she had found such a willing participant. She felt his eager hands roaming up her thighs, his fingers closing around her inner thighs as he tried to get closer to her dripping pussy. As he eagerly lapped up her pee, Miss Dula reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his face deeper into her crack. She moaned loudly as she felt his tongue reaching deeper into her tight asshole, exploring every inch of her forbidden pleasure. Finally, she pulled away, gasping for air. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the taste of her sweetness lingered on his tongue. Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear, "Drink every single drop." She pushed him away gently but firmly, watching as he lowered his head to the floor and drank every last drop of her pee from the floor. When he looked up, she was still watching him, a wicked grin on her face. "Well done, my slave," she purred, reaching down to stroke his hair affectionately. "Now let's see what else you're good for." With that, she stepped away from him, leaving him wondering what delicious surprises she would have in store next.