As the sweetheart finished delivering her last sentence, she climbed off of the man. Even though his lungs had been filled with her pussy juices and feces, he gasped for air, trying to regain control over his body. His cock, still hard, was glistening with her juices and dripping onto the floor. A thin stream of urine trickled down his thigh, a clear indicator of how close he had been to losing control over his bladder during their intense encounter.

Seeing that he was starting to recover, she walked towards him, her bare feet slapping against the cold tiles. She ran her fingers through his hair and grinned, feeling the warmth of his breath on her hand. "That's my good boy," she cooed, stroking his face gently. "You're doing so well."

She then looked into his eyes, her gaze filled with determination. "But," she said, her voice low and threatening, "we're not quite done yet..."

Before he could react, she was back on top of him, pinning his arms above his head. This time, however, instead of fingering him, she lowered her face towards his and slowly pressed her warm lips against his. His tongue, still tainted by her feces and pussy juices, intertwined with hers, as if they were meant to be together. She kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing around his mouth, leaving no part of his lips untouched.

Breaking the kiss, she looked into his eyes once again. "Now," she said, her voice filled with lust, "let's see how good you are at taking things from me..."

With that, she shifted her weight, positioning herself straddling his chest. She lifted her dress, revealing her lace-covered pussy to him. "Suck on these," she growled, lowering herself onto his face. "Suck my clit until I tell you to stop."

His tongue darted out, eager to taste her again. As he lapped at her juices, he started to gently nibble on her clit. She cried out, her hips bucking wildly. "Oh fuck!" she moaned, wrapping her fingers in his hair and pulling his face deeper into her cunt.

Feeling emboldened by her response, he began to work his tongue in circles around her swollen nub, alternating between licking and sucking. She threw her head back, her hair falling across his face. "Fuck!" she screamed, her body shaking with pleasure.

Feeling more confident, he took her clit into his mouth, sucking hard. She screamed, her fingernails digging into his scalp. "Yes!" she cried, her hips jerking violently. "Yes!"

As he continued to bring her to the brink of orgasm, he felt her push against him. She was getting closer, and he knew that he would be rewarded for his efforts. Suddenly, she pulled away, her orgasm hitting her like a wave. She collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged.

With a satisfied smile, she looked down at him. "Good boy," she purred, running her fingers along his chin. She leaned in and kissed him softly, her tongue clean of any remnants of their previous encounter.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment, he watched as she climbed off of him. Standing up, she walked over to a nearby table. On it was a strange-looking contraption - a rubber tube, with a funnel at one end and a small opening at the other. She grinned down at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Now it's time for your real punishment," she said, her voice a low growl. "Time for you to drink my piss."

As he watched, she lifted the funnel to her mouth. He braced himself for the taste of her urine, but as she released the first drops into the tube, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. She was going to make him drink her pee – a taboo act that had always fascinated him.

Feeling determined, she walked back towards him. In one swift motion, she held the funnel to his lips and forced him to open his mouth. The hot, salty liquid flowed over his tongue, causing him to gag reflexively. She pushed on, forcing him to swallow more and more of her piss.

Despite the burning sensation and the strangeness of the act, he couldn't help but feel aroused. He focused on the feel of her fingers against his lips, and the warmth of her urine on his tongue. As he emptied the tube, she smiled triumphantly, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

Feeling defeated, he looked up at her. His chest heaving with exertion, he tried to speak, but no words would come out. Instead, he stared at her, begging with his eyes for her to show him mercy. In response, she leaned down, her face hovering just above his. "You're a good boy," she purred, kissing him lightly on the forehead. "and you will do well."

With that, she removed the tube and walked away, leaving him lying on the cold floor, his mind filled with confusion and desire.

Little did he know that this was just the beginning of his journey into the world of scat fetishism - a world where taboos were broken, and the only rule was to obey your mistress, no matter how depraved the act. But for now, he had to content himself with the aftertaste of her pee in his mouth, and the realization that he was completely and totally hers.

Category: Peeing / Pissing
Length: 15min.
Video Info: 864x480 Pixel @ 1446 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 192 kb/s
Format: wmv
Size: 180MB