Toilet Slaves Scatology - Old Man Swallowing Mouthfuls of Female Piss!

In a dimly-lit studio, the old man found himself strapped to a cold metal table, staring at the camera with anticipation. However, the scene that unfolded before him was far from what he had hoped for. A voluptuous woman, her body glistening with sweat, approached him holding a makeshift funnel - a recycled plastic bottle with the bottom cut off. She smirked wickedly as she fit it over his mouth, securing it tightly in place. "Now, hold still," she ordered, her voice dripping with venom. "You wanted to be a pornstar, well, here's your chance." Without another word, she lifted up her skirt, revealing a black lace thong that did little to contain her massive full bladder. Wielding a large syringe filled with her heavily scented urine, she pushed the plunger down slowly, forcing a thick stream of yellow liquid into his unsuspecting mouth. The old man gagged and sputtered, trying to spit out the noxious liquid, but the funnel held him firmly in place. He could feel the warmth of her piss traveling down his throat, filling his stomach with a sensation he never thought he'd experience. As she emptied her bladder into him, he felt her weight on his chest, the heat of her body pressing against him. Her hand found its way between their bodies, groping him roughly through his pants. He couldn't help but moan in response, despite the disgust and horror coursing through him. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork as he continued to choke on her piss. "That's it, baby," she purred. "Swallow it all. Every last drop." The old man felt a hot rush of embarrassment wash over him as he struggled to obey her command. He could feel the urine seeping out of him, dripping onto the cold metal table beneath him. It was a humiliating position, and yet he was powerless to resist her. As she finished filling him with her piss, she removed the funnel from his mouth, leaving him gasping for air. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with disbelief and surprise. She smirked again, slowly pulling her soaked panties back up over her full bladder. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked, her mouth twisted into a cruel smile. "Next time, we'll do it again. Maybe you'll even enjoy it." The old man didn't know what to say. He felt violated and ashamed, but there was something strangely arousing about the experience. He knew he would never be the same again.