Pee drinking toiletman - p - mw - DRINK MY PEE AND LICK MY DIRTY FEET - FULL - 04 - B - HD 1280x720

Weronika stepped into the luxurious bathroom, her long, luscious legs clad in shiny latex encased in a tight, black mini-skirt that hugged her curves like a second skin. She sauntered over to the plush towel rack, her diamond-encrusted high heels clicking on the marble floor, and absently ran her fingers over the cool metal. As she looked down at her reflection in the full-length mirror, she couldn't help but beam - Weronika had never looked better. Her makeup was perfectly applied, hiding the slight bags under her eyes from an intense day of delegating, strategizing, and dictating orders. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled back into an elegant updo, showing off her high, delicately arched brows. She turned to face the wall and slowly unzipped her skirt, letting it slide down her legs. Beneath it, she was completely nude - custom-made for her personal pleasure. Weronika took a moment to appreciate the feeling of the cool air against her skin before stepping forward to stand before the enormous gold-plated toilet, her muscles tensing with anticipation. Without further ado, Weronika lowered herself onto the marble throne, and closed her eyes as warm, steady stream of golden liquid cascaded from her, soaking the pristine white toilet seat beneath her. As she peed, she could feel her body throbbing with desire, and she reached down between her legs, gently stroking her soft, fem-wrapped lips. When she finished, she sat back on her hips, legs spread wide, and let out a contented sigh. "That's a good girl," she murmured to herself. Leaning over, she grabbed one of her gold-plated hair brushes and used it to gently stimulate her clit, hips bucking slightly as she teased herself. Just as she was about to climax, she was interrupted by a soft, shuffling sound from behind. Weronika opened one eye to see her slave, kneeling on the floor, head bowed in submission. With a smirk, she leaned back against the cool, hard surface of the toilet and crooked her finger at the slave. Her slave crawled forward on all fours, his eyes fixed on Weronika's shiny pussy, his mouth watering in anticipation. "You want to taste me?" she asked, her voice dripping with honeyed mockery. The slave nodded eagerly, and Weronika laughed. He crawled forward, between her legs, and pressed his lips to her warm, fragrant sex, his tongue darting out to lace her slit with gentle, exploratory licks. Weronika's hips bucked again, her back arching off the cool toilet as she threw her head back in ecstasy. "Yes!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the luxurious bathroom. She reached down, grasping fistfuls of the slave's hair, pulling his head into her crotch. As she felt his warm tongue trace the edge of her sensitive entrance, she moaned in approval. As the slave went down on her, his head at her wet, pulsating sex, he could feel the shudders of pleasure running through her body. "Yes!" she cried out again, raising her legs up and wrapping them around the slave's shoulders, giving him better access to her throbbing clit. Weronika's orgasm built up within her, the tension growing with each passing second. Finally, it exploded in a powerful wave, her body shaking as she screamed out in delight. The slave kept licking, sucking, and nibbling on her as she rode out her high, his mouth filling with the sweet, salty taste of her cum. When Weronika finally came down from her high, she let out a long, satisfied sigh. She reached down and yanked the slave off her, roughly pulling him back up by his hair. "Get the towel," she growled. As the slave turned to fetch the towel, Weronika used it to wash her hands, face, and neck, grunting in satisfaction as she scrubbed away the sticky remnants of her climax. With a final flourish, Weronika wrung out the towel and tossed it at the slave, who was toweling himself off. She straightened up, adjusting her skirt and smoothing down her top before turning to face her reflection in the mirror once more. She grinned, proud of herself for indulging in such a decadent pleasure. Walking back over to the sink, she looked down at her slave, still kneeling on the floor. With a sneer, she leaned down and grabbed his chin, forcing his face up to meet her gaze in the mirror. "Yes, slave," she said, her voice cold and uncompromising. "I am your Mistress, and you will clean up after me. Understand?" The slave nodded frantically, tears welling up in his eyes as he contemplated the harsh punishment that awaited him if he failed to please her. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered. Weronika released her grip on his chin, and he bowed his head in submission once more. She turned back to the mirror and admired her reflection, unaware of the shaking fear that ran through the slave's body even as he promised to clean up after her, powerless but willing to serve his Mistress, to please her in any way she desired.