Pee drinking toiletman - p - DRINK MY PEE - 22 - HQ 640x480

It was a Friday afternoon, and Toiletman sat on the edge of his toilet, staring into the distance as he listened to his mistress' voice echoing through his mind. He could still feel the warmth of her pee on his tongue, the delicate scent of her intimate aroma filling his nostrils. The memory of their encounter was still fresh in his mind, and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan of longing. Toiletman was well aware of his unique fetish; his attraction to the smell, taste, and feel of human urine. He had spent years exploring this part of himself, eventually building up the courage to share it with someone else. His mistress had been intrigued, to say the least, and they had quickly developed a deep, passionate bond centered around their mutual love of water sports. She was always so powerful and commanding when she spoke to him, but there was something about the softness in her voice that made him melt. "Toiletman," she whispered seductively, "I know you're still thinking about it. You can't resist the taste of my sweet nectar, and you never will. Drink it all up, my little toilet slave." His heart raced at the sound of her voice, and he couldn't help but nod in agreement as he reached down between his legs. His cock was already hard, throbbing with anticipation. He knew what he had to do, and he was more than willing to comply. He began rubbing himself through his trousers, moaning softly as he imagined the warm stream of her pee flowing over his tongue once again. With a deep breath, he undid his belt and let his trousers fall to his ankles. He could feel the heat building inside of him, the rush of pleasure coursing through his veins. He pushed his cock through the opening of his boxers, positioning himself at the toilet rim. "Please, mistress," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I need your pee. I need to drink it." And then, the moment he'd been waiting for all week. He felt a warm, weighty sensation on his tongue, and he knew it was time. He opened his mouth wide, allowing the full force of her urine to flow over his tongue and down his throat. The taste was divine, sweet and salty all at once. He closed his eyes and moaned, feeling himself lose control as he surrendered to the sensations. As the stream slowed to a trickle, Toiletman slowly opened his eyes, a look of pure bliss on his face. He pulled back from the toilet, smiling as he watched the last drops of her pee drip from his chin. He stood up, his cock still throbbing, and stepped out of his trousers. Without a word, he made his way toward his mistress, his eyes filled with love and devotion.