Pee drinking toiletman - p - mw - DRINK MY PEE, LICK MY DIRTY FEET AND SWALLOW MY SPIT - FULL - 02 - D - HD 1280x720

Weronika was an imposing figure, her every command obeyed without hesitation. Today was no different. She sat on her throne, her long legs elegantly crossed as she surveyed her domain. Below her was Toiletman, her personal slave and plaything. He knelt at her feet, anxiously awaiting her next command. "Today has been a good day, hasn't it Toiletman?" Weronika purred menacingly. "And what do good little slaves like you do when their mistress has been well-served?" "Wait for your next command, Mistress," he whispered, his face pressed to the cold tiles of the floor. She chuckled darkly, her sharp teeth gleaming in the light. "No, Toiletman. There's something else you can do for me. I had a lot of liquids today," she said, leaning back on her throne and spreading her legs slightly, "and I'm feeling quite thirsty." Toiletman's heart raced in anticipation as he realized what she was suggesting. Slowly, nervously, he lowered his head towards her crotch, his nose just inches from the intricate lace of her underwear. He could feel the heat emanating from her body as she drew in a slow, deep breath, filling his nostrils with her private musk. "That's it, Toiletman," she whispered, a cruel smile playing around her lips. "Drink my pee, lick my dirty feet and swallow my spit." Without further ado, Toiletman began his task. He parted her underwear with shaking hands and pressed his lips to her soft, warm folds, taking in the strong, musky scent of his mistress. As he did so, he felt her hands wrapping around his head, guiding him to drink from the source of her pleasure. The liquid welcomed him, warm and salty on his tongue. He drank eagerly, lapping up every drop like a hungry puppy. Meanwhile, Toiletman's feet were bared before him, and he could feel her wet tongue lapping at his calloused soles, sending shivers of delight through his entire body. When he had finished, Weronika withdrew her hands from his head, leaving him feeling both satisfied and humiliated. "That was only a taste, Toiletman," she purred, her voice dripping with menace. "Now, wait here for my next command." And with that, Weronika rose from her throne, her long legs carrying her with grace towards the bathroom. She shut the door behind her, leaving Toiletman kneeling on the cold tiles, his heart pounding in his chest and his mind filled with thoughts of what might come next.