Pee drinking toiletman - Fast Pee In Mouth In Kitchen - Part 3 - HD 1280x720

In the kitchen, Weronika, dressed in a sultry black dress and red bra, stood over her toilet slave, commanding him to drink her piss. Her beautiful black and red boots glistened with anticipation as she released a powerful stream of urine directly into his waiting mouth. He eagerly lapped it up, savoring every drop of her nectar, his nose buried deep in her musky scent. "Drink it all up, toiletman," she purred, her voice ringing with authority. "You were made to be my personal container for my golden fluids." The man obediently worked his tongue around her stream, collecting every drop that spilled over his chin as it dripped down his face. Weronika watched him with a predatory grin, her body thrumming with pleasure at the sight of his subservience. She pulled up her skirt slightly, exposing a glimpse of her lacy thong, and playfully teased him by rubbing it against his lips before delivering another hard piss into his waiting maw. "That's a good boy," she cooed, stepping on his chest and straddling his chest, her weight pinning him down. "Now what do you want next, hmm? Another mouthful of my pee?" The toiletman could only moan in response, his face pressed firmly against her crotch as she continued to fill his mouth with her piss. He looked up at her, his eyes shining with adoration, as she drenched him once again, his tongue expertly catching each drop and guiding it down his throat. "Such a good little toilet," Weronika mused, playing with a lock of her hair as she watched him drink. "I wonder what else you can do for me..." She reached down between her legs, spreading her juicy folds for his hungry gaze, and teasingly trailed a finger over her dripping slit. In response, the toiletman's tongue snaked out and lapped up the drops of her piss that gathered there, his eyes never leaving hers as he begged for more. She smiled wickedly, her heart racing with excitement at his loyalty. "Very well, then," she decided, lowering herself onto his face once again. "Drink up, my little toilet, for I have more golden nectar to share with you." And so she did, filling his mouth over and over again with her urine, her rhythm increasing as she grew more and more intoxicated by his submission. This was what she lived for - control, power, and the knowledge that she held the key to her toiletman's heart...or rather, bladder. She watched with dark delight as he continued to drink, taking pleasure in the sight of her piss cascading around his face and dripping down his chin. Finally, sated and satisfied, Weronika stood up, slowly zipping her dress back up and smoothing it down. "Well then, it seems we are done here for now," she purred, sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter. "But rest assured, my toiletman, there will be more opportunities for you to demonstrate your loyalty. You belong to me now, body and soul." The toiletman gazed up at her with adoration, his face sticky with her piss. He nodded eagerly, already anticipating their next encounter. For now, though, he would rest and recover, dreaming of the day when he could serve his Mistress once again.