Pee drinking toiletman - p - mw - DRINK MY PEE AND LICK MY DIRTY FEET - FULL - 02 - C - HD 1280x720

Weronika walked into her luxurious bathroom, wearing a jewel-encrusted golden collar around her slim neck. A thin chain connected the collar to her slave's leash, which disappeared into the corridor beyond. The leash signified that the slave belonged to her and she could use him as she pleased. She smiled wickedly, feeling alive with anticipation. Today was going to be a good day for the Peeing Toiletman. As she approached the toilet, she heard the soft sounds of slurping and gulping coming from within. Her slave, lying prostrate on the cold tiles, was busily licking her dirty feet. It was his job to clean her up after every visit to the bathroom. Weronika lifted her plush robe, revealing her fluffy white thong and the wet patch between her legs. "I didn't pee yet, slave," she purred, teasing him. She loved watching him beg for her pee. She laughed as he quickly stuck out his tongue, eager to taste her amber nectar. She smiled down at him, lowering herself onto the toilet seat and spreading her legs invitingly. His eyes widened in anticipation at the sight of her wet crotch and the trickle of urine that was already dripping down her inner thighs. "Drink my pee, slave," she commanded, leaning forward slightly. His hot breath fanned her moist folds, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Moving into position, he opened his eager mouth wide, ready to catch every drop she had to offer. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment of power over him as she began to empty her bladder. Weronika's warm pee flowed freely, filling the slave's mouth to the brim with her sweet essence. He lapped at her pussy greedily, drinking every drop while she kept up a steady stream of golden liquid. As she finished, she let out a contented sigh, feeling completely satisfied. She reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head up to meet her gaze. "Good boy," she murmured, running her fingers through his messy hair. She could see droplets of her pee sliding down his chin, catching in the folds of his tongue. "Now, it's time to reward you." Sliding off the toilet, she stood above him, her robe parted to reveal her glistening crotch. She spread her e and lowered herself onto his face, her wet cunt engulfing his mouth and nose. The heat and moisture from her pussy made it feel like he was being drowned in pleasure. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against him as he struggled to breathe through the flood of her juices. "Drink my juices, slave," she growled, her voice deeper than before. "Show me how much you love my pussy." He groaned, digging his fingers into her thighs as he drank deeply from her over-filled cunt. She rode him, her hips grinding against his face as she ground out an orgasm that shook her entire body. As the wave of pleasure subsided, she leaned down and whispered into his ear. "That's a good boy," she purred, stroking his hair lovingly. With one last glance at him, she stepped away, leaving him panting and spent on the cool tiles. She grabbed her robe, pulling it tightly around her body as she straightened her shoulders. "Come, slave," she called, lightly tugging on the leash. "It's time to go play with our friends." Her slave struggled to his feet, still panting from their encounter. He kept his gaze firmly on her feet, not daring to meet her eyes as he followed her out of the bathroom. He knew that whatever came next, he would endure it for the chance to taste her again.