Weronika sat on the toilet, her legs spread wide as she gave herself over to the act that excited her most: using a man as her personal, human toilet. Her neatly trimmed beaver was glistening with anticipation, and she smiled wickedly as she positioned her pussy just above the man's face. His cock was already hard, leaking pre-cum in anticipation of what was coming next.
Without warning, Weronika let out a long, powerful stream of piss directly into the man's mouth. He choked and gagged on the deluge, but she didn't relent. Instead, she increased the pressure, letting him know who was in control of this encounter. The hot, stinging liquid coursed down his throat, eliciting a mixture of pain and pleasure that only served to arouse her further. When she finally stopped, she leaned forward and let a long strand of saliva drip from her mouth straight into his open mouth.
"Swallow," she commanded, her voice cool and calm. He hesitated for just a moment before obeying, swallowing her spit as if it were the most precious nectar in the world. Weronika grinned in satisfaction, reaching down to stroke his cock through his pants.
"That's a good boy," she purred, her fingers tracing circles around the head of his erection. "You like drinking my piss and swallowing my spit, don't you?"
His head nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on hers.
"I know you do," she said, her voice low and sultry. "And I intend to take full advantage of that."
With that cryptic promise, she took hold of her pussy and began to grind against his face, moaning softly as his mouth devoured her scent. The sight of her glistening pussy sliding against the rough stubble of his face only served to fuel her lust even more. Grabbing his head, she pushed his face deeper into her wet folds, demanding total submission from him.
As he lapped at her juices like a hungry dog, she reached down and stroked his cock harder, driving him to the brink of orgasm. He tried to verbalize his appreciation, but all that came out was a muffled moan mixed with traces of her piss. She shook her head, chuckling darkly, and placed a finger over his lips.
"No words," she said, her voice husky with desire. "Just keep drinking and waiting for my next command."
She pulled her pussy away, leaving his face glistening with her juices, and stood up. She took a step back, surveying her handiwork with a satisfied smile on her face. She knew he was desperate by now, completely at her mercy. And she intended to keep it that way.
