Pee drinking toiletman - p - mw - TOILET CHAIR - FULL - 01 - A - HD 1280x720

In the luxurious bathroom, Weronika sits perched on her exquisite toilet chair, her fingers entwined behind her head as she gazes serenely out of the corner of her eye. Her full breasts rise and fall gently with each calming breath, barely contained within her silken robe. She hasn't noticed the slave who has crawled underneath her chair, his gaze fixed on her shapely legs and wide, inviting pussy through the gap between her legs. His tongue darts out tentatively, tracing the line where her thigh joins her torso, before dipping lower to explore the warm, damp folds of her womanhood.

But the slave has a more specific task at hand - to drink each and every drop of Weronika's golden nectar as it flows from her body. He gives a soft moan of pleasure as she begins to pee, the steady stream hitting the ceramic bowl behind him with a satisfying splash. He opens his mouth wide, his tongue flicking out to catch the occasional errant drop that misses the bowl. His nose is assaulted by the intoxicating aroma of her piss as it fills his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto the floor below him. He savors every last drop, swirling it around in his mouth before swallowing with a satisfied groan.

As Weronika continues to empty her bladder, the slave takes advantage of the opportunity to inhale her musky scent, his nose pressed against her thighs. He feels her pee soaking through his robes, pooling around him in the tight space beneath the chair. It's a small price to pay for the unparalleled pleasure of serving his Mistress in this way. When she finally finishes peeing, she pushes herself upright and stands, the slave quickly scurrying out from under the chair to kneel at her feet.

Weronika smooths down her robe, casting a bemused glance down at her wet floor. A small frown flits across her face for a moment before she dismisses it with a wave of her hand. The slave looks up at her, his eyes bright with worship and anticipation. She hadn't noticed the mess he'd made, but he knew that she would find it arousing. With a smirk, she reaches down to trace her fingers through the puddle of piss that remains beneath her chair, drawing them up to her lips and tasting her own nectar. The slave groans softly, his own cock standing at full attention now that he has completed his task. "Good boy," she whispers softly, reaching down to running her finger along his chin, trailing the line of her piss through his stubble. "Now let's see if you can make me squirt."