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LILY DUPONT - LILY DUPONT : THE SLAVE HAS AN APERITIF Y THE POOL

LILY DUPONT - LILY DUPONT : THE SLAVE HAS AN APERITIF Y THE POOL / Toilet Slavery

LILY DUPONT - LILY DUPONT : THE SLAVE HAS AN APERITIF Y THE POOL
LILY DUPONT - LILY DUPONT : THE SLAVE HAS AN APERITIF Y THE POOL
LILY DUPONT - LILY DUPONT : THE SLAVE HAS AN APERITIF Y THE POOL

LILY DUPONT - LILY DUPONT : THE SLAVE HAS AN APERITIF Y THE POOL

As the sun blazed overhead, casting its warm rays across the pristine pool of our luxurious villa, we decided it was the perfect time for an indulgent aperitif. Summoning our toilet slave, Lily Dupont, we watched as she scurried over, eyes downcast and body trembling with anticipation of our every whim. "Bring us some champagne and focaccia to eat," we commanded, reclining against the cool marble of the poolside. We could feel the tension in the air as Lily hurried to comply, knowing full well the punishments that awaited her should she fail to please us. Moments later, she appeared with a tray laden with crystal flutes and a platter of freshly baked bread and cheese. Kneeling beside us, she poured the champagne, her trembling hands making the liquid dance and sparkle in the sunlight. We took a sip, savoring the subtle bubbles and the taste of power that seemed to linger on our tongues. But then, something was off. Bits of partially chewed focaccia lay scattered on the marble beside us. Our eyes narrowed in anger as we turned to Lily, who cowered before us, her body quaking with fear. "You call this service, slave?" we hissed, our voice dripping with contempt. Without another word, we spat out the chewed food and commanded her to eat it. With tears streaming down her face, Lily did as she was told, her mouth forming a grotesque O as she swallowed our leftovers. Our anger only grew as we watched this pathetic display of servitude. It was time for a more severe punishment. Standing up, we approached the edge of the pool and turned our backs to her. "Pee in our glasses," we ordered, our voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, there was silence. Then, the unmistakable sound of urine hitting the water echoed through the air. Slowly, we turned around to find Lily standing there, her eyes wide with fear and her bladder overflowing. With a wicked smile, we watched as she emptied her full bladder into our champagne flutes, filling them to the brim with her warm, golden liquid. But even this wasn't enough to satisfy our perverse desires. "Now," we commanded, "drink it." With trembling hands, Lily raised the flute to her lips and took a sip. Her eyes widened in shock as the urine hit her tongue, but she forced herself to swallow. One after the other, she emptied the flutes, each sip more revolting than the last. Finally, satisfied with her humiliation, we dismissed her with a flick of our wrist. "Clean up this mess," we growled, gesturing towards the puddles of urine scattered around us. With a whimper, Lily scurried off to do our bidding. As we watched her disappear into the house, we couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. We were the masters, and Lily Dupont was our plaything. And what a beautiful life it was.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 17min.
Video Info: 960x540 Pixel @ 6989 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 128 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 850MB

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