Pee drinking toiletman - p - DRINK MY PEE - 12 - HQ 640x480

Pee drinking toiletman - p - DRINK MY PEE - 12 - HQ 640x480

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining bright and the birds were chirping outside. Inside the luxurious bathroom, the air was thick with anticipation. The toiletman, clad in his signature attire of a spotless white butler uniform and a wide, eager smile, stood at attention beside the gleaming toilet bowl. His eyes were fixed on the door, waiting for her to arrive.

The mistress of the house, a stunningly beautiful woman with commanding presence, swept into the bathroom. She was dressed exquisitely in a silky black robe that barely concealed her luscious curves. As she approached the toilet, her heels clicking against the marble floor, the toiletman bowed his head respectfully. She smiled coldly, her lipstick crimson against her perfect pout, and climbed up onto the glistening porcelain throne.

Her legs spread wide, revealing an enticing patch of black lace beneath the robe. The toiletman watched in silent awe as she crossed her legs slowly, teasingly. Finally, she sighed and spread her legs further apart, baring herself completely to the eager gaze of the toiletman. "Drink," she commanded softly, her voice like velvet over steel.

The toiletman knelt down in front of the toilet bowl and extended his head towards her golden stream flowing into the water. The scent of her pee, sharp and musky, filled the air as he opened his mouth wide, ready to receive her gift. His tongue flicked out instinctively, tasting the salty, warm nectar that trickled down his throat. It was an intoxicating feeling, one that made him shudder with pleasure.

He drank eagerly, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the unmistakable scent of his mistress's pee filling the air around him. The warmth spread through his belly, making him feel full and content. When she finally finished, he dared to look up at her, his eyes shining with adoration and gratitude. She smiled coldly again, her lips curling into a thin line.

"Very good," she purred, her voice sending shivers down his spine. "Now clean me." As if in a trance, the toiletman reached for the bottle of lube he had discreetly stashed away earlier. He squirted a generous amount onto his fingers and began to work it into her wet opening. His heart was pounding in his chest as he probed deeper, feeling her warmth and wetness surrounding his fingers. Finally, he was ready. Slowly, carefully, he inserted a single finger into her tight, puckered ring.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low moan that reverberated through the room. "Yes," she whispered, her voice almost inaudible. "Deeper." The toiletman nodded and, with determination, added a second finger, stretching her wider. Her body shuddered under his touch, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of pride at being able to please her in such an intimate way. As he fingered her, he caught sight of his own handiwork in the mirror – his fingers coated in her pee and glistening with sweat. It was a mesmerizing sight, one that only served to intensify his arousal.

Finally, he was ready. With one swift movement, he pulled his fingers from her tight hole, and she let out a gasp of surprise. He positioned his cock at her opening, steadied himself, and pushed forward. She gasped again as he filled her up, his thick cock stretching her like never before. She clung onto the sides of the toilet bowl for support, her body trembling under the strain of taking him all in.

They moved together in rhythm, their bodies echoing the soft slapping sounds of their flesh meeting. The scent of her pee mixed with their sweat, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled the room. As their climax approached, they both moaned louder, their bodies rocking against each other in a primal dance of pleasure. Finally, overtaken by sensation, she came, her body shuddering violently as she released wave after wave of golden fluid onto the toilet bowl below.

The toiletman followed shortly after, his own release painting the walls of her uterus in thick, white streaks. They collapsed onto the floor, their chests heaving as they caught their breath. For a moment, it was silence. And then she smiled, her cold smile once again splitting her lovely face in half. "Excellent work, toiletman," she purred. "Now clean me up."