MISTRESS ISABELLA - 088. Pissing, drinking piss

As Mistress Isabella continued to enjoy her evening meal, she grew more and more aroused by the thought of her eager slave waiting to receive her piss. After finishing her meal, she stood up from the table, still wearing her lacy black lingerie that barely contained her ample cleavage. She walked over to where her slave was kneeling before her, his eyes fixed on her shapely ass cheeks as she saw him off. "Now, my pathetic little toilet," she purred, her voice low and threatening. "It's time for you to get what you've been begging for."

Mistress Isabella straddled her slave's face, positioning her pussy directly in front of his mouth. "Suck on my wet cunt," she commanded, pulling down her lacy panties to reveal her swollen, glistening pussy lips. The slave eagerly obeyed, shoving his tongue deep inside her tight pussy as he tried to worship her pussy like the goddess she was. Meanwhile, his own hard cock, stuck in his chastity cage, throbbed painfully against the marble floor.

Mistress Isabella moaned in pleasure as she felt his eager tongue on her clit. "Good boy," she praised, her voice shaking with anticipation. "Now, open that filthy mouth of yours and take what you've been waiting for."

With a wicked grin, she pulled her pussy away from his face and aimed her Engorged pussy pee hole at the slave's face. He struggled to hold his position as he felt the first wave of her hot piss splash against his face and into his open mouth. "Drink it all up," she growled, her voice laced with desire. "Every drop of my delicious piss is meant for you."

And so, the slave began to drink, gulping down Mistress Isabella's warm, pungent piss like it was Ambrosia itself. Meanwhile, she continued to piss on him, letting one full stream after another hit his face and body. She loved watching the look of pure ecstasy on his face as he basked in the glory of her piss. "That's it," she purred. "Drink your Mistress's piss and beg for more."

And the slave did just that. He whimpered and pleaded with her to keep pissing on him, to give him more of her divine nectar. And as he drank, he felt himself getting weaker and more addicted to the taste of her piss. It was an experience he knew he could never forget, and one he couldn't wait to experience again.