Chinese Scat Love - Cruel Queen Buries Slave Dog by Sticking Its Mouth Towards Her Smelly Hairy Pussy and Feeds It with

Cruel Queen Buries Slave Dog by Sticking Its Mouth Towards Her Smelly Hairy Pussy and Feeds It with Pees... Humiliated and degraded, the young male slave dog lay prostrate on the floor of the Chinese Queen's chambers. His body trembled in anticipation of what was to come next, as he was well aware of the perverse desires that lurked within her depraved mind. The Queen, dressed in an elegant red silk robe, stood over him with a Satanic grin upon her face. She gazed down at the pathetic creature, her ample breasts heaving slightly as she contemplated the punishment she had planned out for him. After several moments of contemplation, she leaned down towards the slave dog and whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "You are a disgusting, filthy creature, worthy only of being used for my pleasure and amusement," she hissed. "And today, that is exactly what you are going to be." Without further ado, the Queen knelt down, straddling the slave dog's head. She groaned softly as she positioned herself directly above his gaping mouth, shoving his head right into her hairy crotch. The stench of her unwashed body and the unmistakable scent of her pussy filled the air around them, causing the slave dog to gag violently as he tried to breathe through the pungent aroma. "Suck," she commanded, prodding him with a finger against his chin. "Show me just how much you love that smelly, hairy pussy of mine." Tears streamed down the slave dog's face as he did as he was told, sucking on her labia like a starving newborn. The taste of her sweat, old sweat, and cum mixed together in his mouth, but he didn't dare spit any of it out. He knew better than to defy the Queen's orders, no matter how disgusting or degrading they might be. As he continued to service her, the Queen's eyes widened in pleasure. She moaned loudly, her body beginning to buck and writhe on top of him. Her nipples hardened against his forehead, and he could feel the warmth of her urine as it began trickling out of her pussy, dripping onto his face and into his mouth. "Drink it up, you filthy dog," she growled, squeezing her labia together around his tongue. "Every drop of my pee is a gift from your Queen, and you will swallow every last drop." With that, she held him in place even more firmly, forcing him to lap up every last drop of her yellow nectar. When he was finally sated, she leaned back, grinning widely at her handiwork. A shiver ran down the slave dog's spine as he realized what was coming next. "Now," the Queen said, her voice dripping with malice, "it's time for you to taste the ultimate punishment for your insolence." With that, she released her bladder, unleashing a torrent of urine directly onto his face and into his mouth once again. The slave dog gagged and choked as the Queen pissed all over him, her golden shower washing away every trace of his dignity and humanity. He could feel the warm stream of piss coursing down his throat, filling his belly with her putrid waste. As he lay there, drenched in her filth, he could only pray that one day he would be released from his awful fate. But that day was not today. As the Queen stood up, wiping her hands clean on a nearby tapestry, the slave dog knew he would remain at her mercy for as long as she saw fit. And all he could do was endure, hoping against hope that she might show him even the slightest bit of mercy.