Scat and Piss Femdom - Princess Nikki champagner 02

You are standing in front of a beautiful woman - a princess, in fact. She wears a luxurious fur coat and holds a bottle of champagne in one hand. In the other hand, she holds a plastic cup. Her high heels click against the floor as she approaches you, her eyes looking down at you with a mix of amusement and curiosity. She hands you the plastic cup and motions for you to drink from it. Confused but obedient, you take a sip from the cup and gag as you taste her warm urine. The princess chuckles, her lips curling into a devious smile. "Did you know," she purrs, "that I've been using this Champagner bottle as my personal urinal for quite some time now? I find it quite satisfying to relieve myself while still looking elegant." She lifts her leg slightly, revealing her silky black panties, and pees directly into the bottle. The liquid splashes against your face and neck as she hands you the bottle again. This time, you hesitate but she insists, pushing the plastic cup into your hands forcefully. You take another sip, feeling the warm, acidic liquid travel down your throat. The princess positions herself in front of you, her fur coat opening slightly to reveal her perfect body. She slowly lowers herself onto the floor, her bare legs spreading wide. Her eyes never leave yours as she reaches between her legs and begins to stroke her soaking wet pussy. "Now," she commands, her voice dripping with lust, "drink from the bottle while you watch me cum." You hesitate again but she grabs your head, forcing you closer to her. Her scent is intoxicating, a mix of expensive perfume and raw femininity. Reluctantly, you open your mouth and tilt your head back, allowing the champagne-flavored piss to flow down your throat once more. The princess moans loudly as she reaches her climax, her fingers digging into your scalp as she holds you closer. Her hot liquid drips onto your face and into your mouth, mixing with her previous potion. You gag and choke but she doesn't let up, her hips bucking wildly against your face. After what feels like eternity, she finally releases you, her body shivering with pleasure. She stands up, smoothing down her fur coat and wiping away a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Looking down at you, she purrs, "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" And with that, she turns and makes her grand exit, leaving you there, breathless and covered in her essence.