MISTRESS DARIA DOMINA - HUMAN WC FOR PISSING AND HUMAN ASHTRAY HD

After that I have already received the golden shower from me today, I find this pathetic slave lying on the ground in the garden and since I feel a strong urge after eating watermelon and I can't help myself, I decide to use him as a human toilet again. The urge to piss is irresistible, and he's overjoyed; he's super horny as I piss on his cock. There's simply no end to it; it's a blessed golden shower. Meanwhile, to humiliate and excite him even more, my beautiful sadistic friend Miss Elinyath sits on his face and uses him as a human ashtray. As soon as I approach him, he vibrates with excitement, knowing what's in store for him. The sweet smell of the watermelon covers his entire being as I casually unzip my shorts and release a stream of hot golden liquid onto his awaiting cock. The feeling of warmth spreads through his entire body, and he moans in ecstasy. I continue to let my golden nectar cover every inch of his pathetic cock, making sure he knows who is in control here. I hear him beg for more, and I can't help but giggle. "Oh, you want more, slave?" I taunt him playfully. "You will get what you asked for." As I stand up straight, my pussy dripping with anticipation, I grind my hips against his face, letting him taste my sweet nectar. Meanwhile, Miss Elinyath positions herself perfectly on top of his face, her perfect ass centimeters from his nose as she begins to take drags off her cigarette. She leans down, her breath hot on his face, and whispers in his ear. "Would you like a taste of my asshole too, you disgusting cocksucker?" His excitement intensifies as she lowers herself onto his face, the smell of her warm, wet asshole filling his nostrils. Before he can react, she lifts her asshole slightly and forces his pathetic tongue in, filling him with her filth. He tastes her sweet juices mixed with the smoke from her cigarette, and it's an overwhelming sensation that causes him to cum yet again. As I continue to piss onto his face, making sure he gets every drop, I watch with pleasure as he writhes beneath us. He's our toy; our plaything to be used however we please. We take turns pouring our filth onto him, pushing him further and further into submission. With every drop of piss and every bit of filth that enters his body, his humiliation grows, but so does his desire to please us. He knows his place now, and he knows that he will never be free from our control. This is our power trip, and we intend to enjoy it for as long as possible. We command him to thank us for his "treatment," and he does so eagerly, needing us like a drug. He praises us for our dominance, our beauty, and our ability to make him our slave. He knows that there is no escape for him; he is ours forever. And so, our twisted game continues. We use him as a human toilet when we please, and he eagerly awaits our commands. He is our dummy, our plaything, and he loves every moment of it. As long as we allow him to please us, he will continue to be our obedient slave, begging for more of our filth and humiliation. It's a sick cycle that neither of us wants to break.