Pee drinking toiletman - POV - You Are My Toilet For Pee - 04 - HD 1280x720

As you kneel before the Pee Drinking Toiletman, your anticipation builds. You are his toilet slave, and today you will become his toilet toy. Your primary purpose is to serve as his filtration system for all of his golden nectar - his piss. You've been trained well, and your mouth waters at the thought of tasting his liquid waste. He steps forth from the shadows, his massive erection pointing towards the heavens. It's clear that he has been storing up quite a bit of pee for this special occasion. "It's time," he says, his voice like velvet. "You are about to become my personal toilet." With a wave of his hand, you are transported to a private chamber. There, before you, lies a golden throne adorned with intricate designs of nectar and waste. The Toiletman steps onto the platform and looks down upon you with lust-filled eyes. "Now," he commands, "I want your head under my pussy." You don't hesitate. You know what he wants, and you are more than ready to give it to him. Your mouth opens, awaiting the first drop of his precious pee. With that, he unleashes a torrent of hot liquid gold, filling your mouth and coating your tongue. It's a delicious taste, one that elicits moans of pleasure from both of you. As you continue to drink from the Toiletman's member, your face becomes wet with his fluids. His seed and nectar mix with saliva, creating a sticky substance that envelopes your face. But you don't mind. In fact, it only serves to heighten your arousal. With each passing moment, the pace of his piss increases. It flows from his dick like a raging river, and you struggle to keep up. But you won't give up. You are dedicated to your role as his toilet and will do whatever it takes to please him. Finally, the flow slows, and then stops. The Toiletman steps off the platform, his erection now visibly smaller. He looks down at you, admiring the mess you've made of your face. "You are truly my toilet, aren't you?" he asks, more a statement than a question. You nod eagerly, knowing that this is just the beginning of your journey as his toilet slave. The thought of becoming his personal toy, his filtration system for all of his golden nectar, fills you with a sense of purpose and excitement. This is what you were made for.