In a lavish marble foyer, the stunning Princess Kirstin stood before her naked slave. Her long, luxurious blonde hair cascaded down her back, barely moving as she stood motionless. Her perfect body was on full display, her large perky breasts jutting out from beneath a sheer black cape emblazoned with the royal crest.
"Drink my piss, slave," she commanded in her cold, royal tone. The man kneeled obediently before her, his gaze locked on her powerful form. Kirstin lifted her heel, aiming her wet pussy directly at his face as she arched her back slightly. A steady stream of urine spurted forth, hitting him squarely in the face and running down his cheeks. The scent of her perfume mixed with the tangy smell of her piss as it dripped from his chin to the floor beneath him.
"Drink it, slave," she repeated firmly as she stood tall once more. The man opened his mouth, anticipating the next drop of liquid gold to hit his tongue. The warm, flowing piss filled his mouth, causing him to gag slightly as it ran down his throat and into his stomach.
"Excellent," the princess purred, her icy gaze softening slightly. She stepped closer to her humbled servant, running a finger across his cheek where a bead of perspiration had formed. With a smirk, she leaned down and softly kissed his moistened skin before whispering, "Now it's my turn for pleasure."
Grabbing hold of his head, the princess gently guided it between her legs. Her wet pussy glistened in the candlelight, dripping with her arousal. With a sigh of satisfaction, she began to grind her hips against his face, driving him into a state of blissful ecstasy.
"Oh yes, Kirstin," he moaned, his voice muffled by her womanhood. The sensation of her warmth and wetness against his skin sent shivers down his spine as she continued to ride him like a mare.
Suddenly, the princess's hips stilled, and she gasped. As her eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure, her body trembled, and she gave out a cry of release. Her sticky essence coated his face, filling his mouth as she came hard.
With a final, satisfied moan, Princess Kirstin pulled away. The slave looked up at her, his eyes filled with devotion and happiness. Without a word, she turned and walked away, leaving him kneeling in a puddle of his own urine and her pussy juice. But he didn't mind. He knew that he had pleased her, and that was all that mattered.
