Pee drinking toiletman - p - mmw - DRINK OUR PEE AND LICK OUR DIRTY FEET - FULL - B - HD 1280x720

In a luxurious bathroom adorned with gold fixtures and marble surfaces, Toiletman kneels humbly before his mistresses. He is dressed in a latex body suit that hugs his every contour, accentuating his submission. His head is bowed low in reverence as he awaits their orders.

The first mistress approaches, a curvaceous beauty with an air of dominance. She strides confidently towards Toiletman, her high heels clicking against the floor. She bends over him, her plump derriere inches from his face, and whispers in his ear. "Drink my pee, slave," she purrs.

Without hesitation, Toiletman lowers his head and opens his mouth, ready to receive the offerings of his mistress. She grins wickedly as she watches him extend his tongue, anticipation written all over his face. She releases a torrent of hot, golden pee into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily.

As he grovels at her feet, his mistress removes one of her high heels and prods him towards the toilet. She's not done with him yet. "Now, lap it up like the filthy little toilet slave you are," she commands, indicating the puddle of urine on the floor.

Without hesitation, Toiletman crawls across the floor and places his tongue to the cool surface of the liquid. He laps at it like a starved animal, cleaning every drop from the floor. He looks up at his mistress with pleading eyes, longing for another taste of her essence.

The second mistress approaches, her gaze hard and unyielding. She stands over Toiletman, one leg crossed demurely, her foot resting on his shoulder. "I have something else in mind for you, slave," she says, her voice cold and unforgiving. She reaches down and yanks his face up by the hair, forcing him to look up at her. "I want you to lick my dirty, stinky feet."

Toiletman whimpers softly, but nods his head in submission. He knows that he must please his mistress, no matter how degrading the task may be. He lowers his head again, waiting for her command.

His mistress giggles maliciously as she removes her shoes, revealing a pair of stockings-clad feet, each inch coated with a layer of grime and sweat. She slips off her pantyhose, revealing her bare toes curled playfully. "Go on, slave," she whispers, her voice cracking with anticipation. "Taste my feet."

Without further prompting, Toiletman immediately presses his face against his mistress's feet, inhaling deeply. The stench of sweat, dirt, and unwashed skin assails his senses, but he can't help himself. He laps at her feet, cleaning them tenderly, kissing each filthy toe as if it were a delicate rose.

The third mistress enters the room, watching the scene unfold before her. She smiles to herself, sensing the power exuding from her companions. She walks towards them, her hips swaying enticingly. "It's time for your reward, Toiletman," she purrs, her voice hinting at the pleasures that await him.

Excitedly, Toiletman looks up at her, his eyes wide with expectation. He has never been so happy to serve his mistresses. The three women circle him, their high heels clicking against the floor, their bodies pressing against him, their scent intoxicating.

Finally, they stand before him, their faces flushed with excitement. "Beg for it," his first mistress commands, her voice a low growl. Toiletman looks up at her, his face twisted in abject humiliation and desire. "Please, my lady," he whispers, his voice trembling with emotion. "I am your most loyal toilet slave. I beg for your permission to pleasure you as you see fit."

With a sinister giggle, the mistresses step back, revealing their intimate areas. Toiletman can hardly contain himself as he sees his first mistress's hairless womanhood glistening with desire. His tongue darts out nervously as he anticipates tasting her.

The second mistress spreads her legs wide, inviting him in. She holds his gaze, daring him to take what is offered. And the third mistress, she leans forward, offering him the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

Toiletman kneels before them, his heart pounding in his chest. He has never been so grateful for their perverse affections. With trembling hands, he reaches out tentatively, his fingers grazing the soft skin of his first mistress's vulva. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the taste that awaits him. And then, he presses his tongue against her, tasting her essence for the first time.

As he laps at her, he feels her hips buck against his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair. He moves on to the second mistress, tonguing her inner thighs, tracing patterns on her pussy lips. And finally, he presses his face between her legs, inhaling her musky scent as he kisses her, tears streaming down his face from the sheer joy of pleasing them.

The women moan in unison, their bodies trembling with ecstasy. They circle around Toiletman, their high heels clacking against the floor, their voices low and sensual. And then, they collapse onto a chaise lounge, their limbs tangled together, their breathing ragged.

Toiletman crawls towards them, his heart full of adoration for his mistresses. He kisses their feet, pressing his body against theirs, wanting nothing more than to be close to them. And as they drift off into a contented sleep, Toiletman remains at their feet, his eyes fixed on their every movement, his heart filled with boundless love and devotion.