The yellow liquid looked pretty in the glass and models nude I tipped it very gently to my lips.
Master You know models nude that I have rarely and reluctantly tasted my own piss in the past, and as I sipped models nude a shudder did pass through me.
It was still models nude warm obviously and the slightly salty taste wasn’t too bad.
What I really wanted to do was drink from You Master, and to masturbate as I did.
My body was excited at the thought and as I knelt in the cool enamel of the tub my hand slide between my legs and I began to touch models nude myself, circling my models nude clit as my other hand toyed with my models nude nipples.
They models nude were hard and erect, sensitive and responding to the feel of my palm rubbing them quite firmly.
Closing my eyes I wanted it to be You mauling them, gripping them firmly and pulling and twisting models nude the tight areola.
I had thought of many ways to cum for You this afternoon, but I wanted it to be with You, as well as for You Master.
I had a small bottle ready, one with a spout that is found on sports drinks.
I poured the still warm liquid into the bottle and fixed the lid on firmly.
Testing the theory I pointed the spout at my breast and squeezed the bottle gently, and just models nude as I had hoped a stream of piss shot out onto my tit.
This is what I craved.
I wanted to be Your piss slut, Your models nude toilet Master.
I wanted to imagine You standing over me and relieving Yourself on me.
Feeling the pressure of Your piss against my skin as I masturbated for You.
