Pee drinking toiletman - p - kmw - DRINK OUR PEE AND LICK DIRTY FEET - day 04 - FULL - A - HD 1280x720

Jane pushed Max's head into the steaming pile of urine-soaked socks and dirty feet, giggling as she watched him struggle to breathe. The tension in his body relaxed as he lowered his head, his nose practically buried in the stinky pile of filth. It was his favorite part of their little game. Every morning when he woke up, he knew exactly what was in store for him.

Max's mistresses loved to pee on him. They would line up one after the other, their soft, wet voices girlishly humming as they took aim at his waiting mouth. The acrid stench of urine filled his nostrils as he eagerly drank every drop, his tongue darting out to catch the occasional dribble that would escape their aim. The warmth of their pee flowed down his throat, filling him up inside. When they were finished, they would climb off of him, their feet leaving wet, sticky trails on his skin, and go about their day.

But today was different. Jane had an idea. She went to the bathroom, filled a small cup with her own pee, and brought it back to Max. "Drink this," she demanded, holding the cup to his lips. Max opened his mouth obligingly, tasting the familiar bitter tang of his own mistress's pee. As he finished drinking, Jane emptied another cup of soapy water over his head.

"Now," she said, handing Max a toothbrush, "it's time to clean up." Max took the toothbrush in his mouth, not really knowing what to expect. As he started brushing his teeth, Jane squatted down in front of him, her dirty feet level with his face. "Don't forget about my feet," she smiled, striking a playful pose. Max nodded, pulling off his socks and leaning in to take a whiff. The smell was overpowering, but he couldn't help but find it arousing. He picked up the first foot and breathed in deeply, relishing the stench as he used his tongue to clean each toe meticulously.

Jane giggled as she watched him work. "Good job, Toiletman," she praised, ruffling his hair affectionately. She picked up the other foot and placed it on his face, the heel pressing into his forehead. Max moaned softly, his cock twitching with anticipation as he used his tongue to explore the damp crevices between her toes. When he was finished, Jane stood up, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.

"Alright, Toiletman. Take a break. You've earned it." Max shook his head, trying to clear the haze of arousal from his mind. He didn't mind being their toilet. In fact, he loved it. The way they used him made him feel wanted, needed. It was his greatest pleasure to drink their pee and lick their dirty feet, knowing that they depended on him to make them feel clean and refreshed.

As he lay there soaking up the remains of their piss and foot stink, he smiled to himself, knowing that tomorrow would bring a new set of pee-filled socks, stinky feet, and the intoxicating scent of control and submission.