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I see you hovering outside the bathroom door again, slave—cock stiff, tongue already out like a panting mutt. Tonight I’m done waiting. I yank you inside & shove you to your knees on the cold tile, and order you to flip that toilet lid up with your face. You’re going to become my personal urinal, and I want your mouth sealed tight around the porcelain rim so not one single drop of my steaming golden nectar escapes. Feel the heat radiating off my MILF cunt as I hike up my silk robe, spread my thighs wide. You watch the first glistening bead cling to my swollen lip—then I let go. A hissing stream arcs straight into the bowl, splashing your cheeks, flooding your tongue, coursing down your throat while you gulp like the desperate piss-pig you are. I grind my hips, pulsing the jet so it bathes your taste buds in salty, musky dominance. But I’m not finished. The moment the last trickle drips off my slit, I spin around, shove your head back, and slam my creamy, piss-slick pussy right onto your mouth. Lick. Suck. Worship. Lap every last droplet from my folds, trace the tangy slit, probe my hole until I’m dripping anew—this time with my own thick cream mixing with the puddle you just swallowed. Hear my low, husky moans echo off the tiles while my thighs clamp your ears, using your face as the cleanup rag I deserve. You’ll stay there, locked under my ass, breathing only the scent of your Mistress until I decide you’ve earned air. Buy the clip, pet, and experience the moment I turn you into my private bathroom bitch—thirsty, kneeling, and begging for the next flush.