Pee drinking toiletman - p - mw - DRINK MY PEE AND SWALLOW MY SPIT - FULL - 03 - HD 1280x720

The toiletman had become accustomed to being used by Weronika in intimate and embarrassing ways. Today, she had decided to take their relationship to a whole new level. As he lay on the cold bathroom floor, his heart racing with anticipation, he heard her unzip her pants and knew what was coming next. "Drink my pee and swallow my spit, toiletman," she whispered seductively, her voice carrying an undeniable power that made him shudder with pleasure and dread simultaneously.

Slowly, he felt her warm urine hitting his face and traveling down his neck. The smell was strong, but it was mingling with the scent of her arousal, making it almost intoxicating. He opened his mouth instinctively, tasting the salty liquid as it trickled into his mouth. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by this humiliating act, but he couldn't deny the intense pleasure it was giving him.

Weronika leaned closer, her breasts brushing against his face as she continued to pee into his open mouth. He felt her soft lips against his cheek, and for a moment, he imagined what it would be like to feel those lips on his own. But then she pulled away, leaving him alone once again with the cold tile floor and his own thoughts.

Finally, she stopped peeing, and he heard the sound of her zipper as she pushed herself up off the floor. She stood over him for a moment, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and dominance. "Congratulations, toiletman," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've successfully cleaned my cocksucker mouth. Now, give it a rest and wait until I'm ready for you again." And with that, she walked away, leaving him there to think about the experience he had just gone through.

The toiletman lay there, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to process what had just happened. He couldn't believe he had just experienced something so shameful and yet so arousing at the same time. He wondered how far Weronika would take their relationship, and whether he would ever be able to find the courage to ask her for more.

As he mulled over these thoughts, he felt another wetness on his face. He turned his head to the side and saw that she had left him a parting gift – a small puddle of urine on the floor near his head. It wasn't much, but it was enough to remind him of her and keep him excited for their next encounter.

The toiletman closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sting of the cold tile against his skin. He knew that he was addicted to this humiliation, to the way it made him feel both small and powerful at the same time. And he knew that he would do anything to please Weronika, no matter how degrading or embarrassing.

As he lay there, lost in thought, he couldn't help but smile to himself. For despite the pain and the shame, he was truly grateful for the opportunity to serve his mistress in any way she saw fit.