Brazilian Scat Mistress - Brazilian Scat Mistress - Drink My Piss Slave!!!

My slave lay before me, his mouth gaping wide open, eagerly anticipating my hot urine. His gaze was fixed on me, filled with unwavering devotion as he anticipated the sweet-smelling nectar about to drench him. I ambled over to him, feeling the warm liquid in my bladder, my cock twitching with excitement. I stood over him, my imposing presence towering over his humbled form. My long, shapely legs clad in lacy black panties, contrasted beautifully against the soft, sandy beach. The warm breeze gently tousled my raven tresses as I reached down between my legs, exposing my sex-smeared lips to him. "Suck it, you filthy pig!" I growled in Portuguese, my husky voice a seductive menace. "Drink every drop of my sweet Brazilian piss!" With a snort of disdain, I released a torrent of golden liquid onto his eagerly-awaiting face, watching with satisfaction as he gagged and choked on the overwhelming taste of my urine. His tongue flicked out nervously, licking at the droplets that ran down his chin and dripped onto his naked chest. "Good boy," I cooed, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now drink it all up, every last drop!" Relentlessly, I began to piss harder, feeling my bladder emptied almost immediately as my piss exploded into his open mouth. He gurgled and spluttered, his face contorted in disgust and ecstasy, as my hot urine trickled down his throat. My darling slave, so damned addicted to my piss. Satisfied with his efforts, I stopped the flow, giving him a chance to catch his breath. His face was a mess of piss and spit, his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth to prevent any further intrusion by my liquids. He looked up at me through bleary eyes, his gaze filled with adoration and gratitude. "Such a good pissdrinker," I praised him, stroking his cheek fondly. "Now why don't you stand up, and show me how much you love this?" With effort, he managed to stand on wobbly legs, unsteady from all the piss he'd been forced to consume. His cock, hanging limply between his legs, barely had the energy to twitch in anticipation. But his mouth remained open, ready to receive another deluge of my sweet, golden nectar. "That's it, slave," I commanded him, stepping closer and placing one elegant foot on his shoulder. "Drink every drop that falls from my body." As if on cue, I felt the familiar tingle in my bladder, signaling that it was time to relieve myself once again. I raised one hand to my mouth, pretending to catch my breath, as I casually let a thin stream of piss leak out, aiming it directly into my slave's waiting mouth. "Mmm, yes," I purred, watching with dark delight as he sucked greedily on my droplets. "You never miss a chance to taste my sweet nectar, do you, slave?" With that, I began to pee again, this time with more force, pissing straight into my captive slave's open mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head, lost in the ecstasy of it all, as my warm golden piss flowed down his throat and dripped onto the sandy beach. My slave, my willing piss slave. He belongs to me, body and soul. And I intend to keep him that way, forever and always.