Pee drinking toiletman - p - mw - PEE IN MOUTH - MIX - 01 - A - HD 1280x720

Weronika slowly lowered her manicured nails to the cold ceramic of the bathroom floor as she stared down into the gleaming white toilet. She took a deep breath, exchanging glances with her human toilet, who watched her intently from their knees. The tension between them was palpable as Weronika teasedly parted her plump, pink lips, revealing the shimmering glistening drops of piss that had already started collecting there. With a seductive smirk, she leaned forward slightly, her breasts barely covering the rim of the toilet bowl. "Drink it all up, P-Mw," she purred, using the nickname she had given her toilet. She could hear their nervous breaths and see the way their eyes were fixed on her crotch, their mouth watering anticipating the treat to come. Slowly, she lowered her trim, perfectly waxed pussy onto the toilet seat, positioning herself just right so that her piss would flow directly into their eagerly awaiting mouth, painting a stream of warm, golden liquid as it dripped from her juicy lips to his upturned face. P-Mw's tongue darted out, eager to taste the sweet nectar of her piss. They licked tentatively at first, savoring the tangy, musky flavor that exploded on their taste buds. As they grew more confident, they began to lap at her pussy, their tongue tracing the contours of her pink folds, exploring every hidden crevice. Weronika moaned in pleasure, throwing her head back as she felt their warm breath rushing up her pussy. "Yes, that's it, you filthy dirty boy," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. P-Mw's hand began to creep up, slowly massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden beneath her swollen clit. Weronika let out a long, slow moan, tipping forward so that her weight bore down on their eagerly waiting mouth. The hot stream of her piss gushed into their throat, and they gagged, trying to keep pace with the forceful torrent. "That's it," Weronika purred, "drink it all up, my dirty little toilet." With each passing moment, P-Mw grew more accustomed to the unique flavor of her piss. Their tongue darted about, seeking out every last drop, as their free hand began to explore the sleek wetness between Weronika's legs. They fingered her tight anus, slipping a small finger inside, and prodding at her insides, causing her to gasp and squirm. "Oh god," she moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure, "you really are a dirty boy, aren't you?" As the last dribbles of Weronika's piss trickled down her thighs, P-Mw looked up at their Mistress, their eyes shining with adoration and gratitude. Weronika smiled down at them, a mixture of tenderness and sadism in her gaze. "Now it's time for you to do your duty," she commanded, stepping back and assuming the position. With trembling hands, P-Mw undid their own pants, revealing their hard, throbbing cock. Slowly, they lowered themselves onto the glistening wet toilet seat, feeling the warmth of Weronika's piss seep into their ass. With a sigh of relief, they pressed their lips to the toilet bowl and began to piss, feeling the cool stream of urine flowing out of their cock and into the waiting hole of their Mistress. "That's my good little toilet," Weronika purred, leaning against the cold tile wall as she watched P-Mw's cock jerking spasmodically in rhythm with their own piss. She continued to hold her breath, anticipating the moment when P-Mw's cum would explode into the toilet bowl, mixing with their own piss and the remnants of Weronika's pee. And so it continued, a dance of power and submission, of pleasure and pain. As the clock ticked away and the golden liquid swirled and mixed in the toilet bowl, Weronika and P-Mw lost track of time, lost in their own twisted world of love and domination. Finally, with a loud gasp, P-Mw's body trembled and shuddered as they let out a cry of ecstasy, their hot cum shooting out in powerful jets. Weronika reached down, her hands covered in squirming cum as she hungrily licked each finger clean. She smiled at the sight before her, her perfect toilet sitting soiled and destroyed, but still somehow beautiful in her eyes. "Well done," she murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair out of P-Mw's eyes, "now it's time to clean up and do it all again tomorrow." She sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving P-Mw alone to contemplate the mess they had created and the incredible rush they felt every time they submitted themselves to their Mistress, Weronika, the wickedly perfect toilet queen.