Abby Strange Fetish - Mrs Claus brings Piss and cookies

Abby Strange Fetish - Mrs Claus brings Piss and cookies

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As the festive season rolled in, Mrs. Claus was busy preparing for the annual visit of Santa. Her to-do list was endless, but she managed to set some time aside to meet with a young man she'd heard about from the North Pole. This young man, or rather, this young "toilet slave," as she preferred to call him, was rumored to have quite the unusual fetish. He was infatuated with the idea of serving Mrs. Claus's potty needs. Mrs. Claus smiled to herself, thinking about the peculiar request. She knew what she had in store for the young man. After all, who could resist the allure of a woman willing to indulge their most peculiar fantasies? She prepared herself mentally, knowing that this encounter was going to be unlike any other. When the young man arrived at her cabin, he could barely contain his excitement. He was dressed in his finest filthy overalls and a pair of worn-out gloves, ready to serve his mistress. Mrs. Claus greeted him warmly, gesturing for him to sit down on the cold, hardwood floor. "Now, now," she said, her voice soft but commanding. "You know what I want. Time to clean my boots." The young man nodded eagerly, his heart racing in anticipation. He knelt down before Mrs. Claus, his hands trembling as he took hold of her boots. He began to clean them carefully, his tongue darting out to lick the dirt away from her feet. Mrs. Claus watched him intently, enjoying every moment of his devotion. When he was finished, she stood up, towering over him. She looked down at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, well, you almost did it right," she said, her voice full of sarcasm. "But there's just one thing missing. Where's my milk, honey?" The young man swallowed hard, his throat dry with anticipation. He knew what was coming next. He shook his head, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. "I-I'm sorry, M-Mrs. Claus. The milk is missing," he stammered. Mrs. Claus's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Missing?" she repeated, feigning disappointment. "Well, then, it looks like you'll have to taste something else instead." Before he could protest, she lifted up her skirt, revealing her bare bottom. "Taste this, my little toilet slave," she hissed. "This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?" The young man's face turned beet red, but he couldn't deny the thrill coursing through his veins. He leaned in closer, his lips parting in anticipation. As he leaned in to taste her, Mrs. Claus let out a long, slow stream of warm golden piss directly into his mouth. He choked, coughed, and spluttered, trying desperately to swallow every delicious drop. He looked up at Mrs. Claus, his eyes burning with desire and gratitude. She smiled down at him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "There now," she said, stepping back to admire her work. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" The young man shook his head, his heart racing with excitement. He couldn't believe what he'd just done, or rather, what Mrs. Claus had made him do. But he knew one thing for sure: he would do anything to serve her again.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 3min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 7880 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 192 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 190MB