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

Pee drinking toiletman - p - mw - DRINK MY PEE AND LICK MY DIRTY FEET - FULL - 04 - C - HD 1280x720 Weronika sat on the throne, her sumptuous gown flowing down around her. Her eyes glistened with pleasure as she admired her pristine feet, propped up on a golden footrest before her. She glanced over at her personal slave, who was kneeling at her feet, his eyes fixed eagerly on her feet, his tongue darting out occasionally to wet his lips. "You may begin," she said softly, her voice commanding. "Show me your devotion to my feet." The slave bowed his head in submission, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Rising slowly, he lifted one of Weronika's immaculate footwear items in trembling hands. Kissing the soft leather exterior reverently, he pulled it gently off her foot, revealing her small, perfect toes. "Mmm, yes," she murmured contentedly, watching as he pressed his face against her feet, inhaling her scent deeply. "Now, drink my pee." Without hesitation, the slave leaned forward and opened his mouth, extending his tongue. Weronika smiled down at him, leaning back slightly as she felt her bladder release, a steady stream of warm urine spilling into his waiting mouth. He lapped it up greedily, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he savored the taste of her pee. When he had finished, Weronika nodded her approval. "Now, use your tongue to clean my feet. Pay special attention to the arches and the heels." Obediently, the slave used his tongue to trace the contours of her feet, his hot breath teasing her skin. He moved slowly, pressing his entire length of tongue against her skin, exploring every inch of her precious feet. Weronika let out a soft moan of pleasure, wriggling her toes in the air. "Mmm, that's it," she purred, watching as the slave's tongue danced over her feet. "You are such a good little slave. Now, bring me the next item." Reluctantly, the slave rose to his feet, moving to fetch the next item from the footstool. He returned with a pair of shiny, black stiletto heels, scarcely worn. Weronika smiled, unable to resist the thrill of power that coursed through her body at the sight of her slave's eager anticipation. "These are my favorite," she murmured, sliding one foot forward so that she could admire the elegant curve of the stiletto heels. "Put them on for me." The slave knelt down, taking one foot in his hands. With careful fingers, he slid the shiny heel over her foot, wiggling it into place at the ball of her foot. Then, he lifted the other foot and repeated the process, watching intently to make sure they fit perfectly. "You may rise," Weronika said softly, her eyes never leaving her slave's face. "Now, walk around for me. Show me how you feel in these heels." Oblivious to the camera that captured every moment of this intimate encounter, the slave stood up, trembling slightly as he felt the weight of the heels on his feet. He took a tentative step forward, then another, swaying his hips seductively as he moved across the floor. Weronika laughed softly, watching the struggle on his face as he tried to maintain his balance. "You see?" she said, her voice warm with amusement. "It's not easy to resist my feet, is it? You'll do anything to please me, won't you?" The slave lowered his eyes, nodding his head in submission. "Yes, mistress. I'll do anything to please you." Weronika smiled, feeling a rush of power surge through her body. She knew that this slave was hers, completely and utterly. His devotion to her feet was bordering on addiction, and she reveled in the control she had over him. "Good boy," she murmured, reaching down to pat his head affectionately. "Now, off to bed with you. We'll have more fun tomorrow." With one last look of longing at her feet, the slave bowed his head and backed away, disappearing from the frame. Weronika sank back into her throne, stroking her chin thoughtfully. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of all the possibilities that lay ahead. After all, there was no limit to the ways a powerful mistress could humble her slaves, and Weronika intended to make the most of every opportunity.