Karen was a real domina, and she loved pushing her limits. She was in the mood for something naughty, something that would test Rick's boundaries. They had been together for a while now, and she knew he was always up for her kinky ideas. They were already in her playroom when Karen proposed the idea.
"Rick," she purred, running her finger along his chest. "Today I want to film you drinking my pee," she said, her voice a low whisper.
Rick looked at her, startled but intrigued. "Really, Karen? You want me to drink your piss?"
"Yes," she nodded, smiling. "And I want to see how you like it." She walked over to her dresser and picked up a funnel. "Here, I think this will help," she said, handing him the tool.
Rick took it from her, his brow furrowing. "You're really going to make me drink your pee?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.
"Yes," Karen replied, her voice firm. She moved back to the bed and undid her jeans, revealing her panties underneath. She pulled them down slowly, teasingly, before stepping out of them entirely. Then, she climbed up on top of him, her breasts pressing against his chest.
Rick looked at her, a mixture of fear and excitement in his eyes. Karen grinned as she placed the funnel in his mouth and began to fill it with her urine. As she poured, she watched his face, seeing the mixture of disgust and arousal on it.
"Drink it all," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. With one final droplet, the funnel was full, and she pushed it further into his mouth, forcing him to swallow.
"Ugh," he groaned, but he didn't pull away from the funnel. He drank, feeling the warm liquid flow down his throat. Karen watched with a satisfied smile, her hand resting on his chest. As he finished, she removed the funnel and sat up, her legs straddling him.
She reached down between them and began to stroke him, her other hand cradling her breasts. "You liked that, didn't you?" She asked, her voice low and seductive.
Rick moaned, unable to deny his arousal. He nodded weakly.
"Good boy," Karen purred, leaning down to kiss him. Her hand continued to stroke him, and she could feel him getting harder. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear.
"I want you to come for me," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Empty yourself into me."
Rick groaned, his hips bucking up towards her hand. He felt himself getting closer, and with a final thrust, he came, filling her up with his seed. Karen leaned down, her lips brushing against his neck.
"That's a good boy," she murmured, basking in the afterglow of their encounter. As she began to pull away, she noticed the phone, still recording them. She picked it up and looked at the screen, chuckling to herself.
"Looks like we have some interesting footage here," she said, grinning wickedly. "We might have to watch it later."
