You’re not stroking to tits. You’re not jerking to moans. You’re throbbing to the thought of being pissed on. You want to be beneath me, mouth open, tongue out, used like the porcelain perv you are. I talk you through it in mocking detail what I’d do, how I’d aim, how I’d laugh while you swallow every drop. You’re not a sub. You’re not a man. You’re a fucking toilet. Know your place
