RosellaExtrem - Mara and Rosella piss a slave in the mouth!

My girlfriend Contessa Barbara Calucci had worried for me and my cutie girlfriend Mara-Martinez, a toilet slave! This was already on the ground, so we could piss him nice in his mouth. First I pissed him a full load in his mouth and then Mara. The slave, had with the swallow of piss, problems, with 2 piss jaws so hard and so much piss. He also jamed that he was full and some of our hot piss landed on the floor. But that did not interest us that the slave whimpered. As a punishment we gave him a straw and he had to slurp the piss that had landed on the ground, with the straw, slurp from the ground and swallow!

We leashed him like a dog, forced him to crawl to the spot where the piss had landed and made him stick out his tongue. The smell of hot, potent urine filled the air as he reluctantly started to slurp up the thick piss from the ground. His tongue touched the hard, rough surface of the floor, and he moaned in disgust at the taste of his own filth mixed with our piss. We watched with dark amusement as he struggled to clean up our mess while still holding back his own need to piss.

Mara giggled as she watched the pathetic slave's attempts to please us. "It's amazing how much a person can adapt to being a piss slave," she said, her voice playful and cruel. "Look at him now - he's happily drinking up our piss like it's the sweetest nectar." Her words echoed around the room, bouncing off the cold walls and making the entire scene even more surreal.

The slave, forced to crawl back and forth between us, became more and more desperate to relieve himself. His eyes pleaded with us for mercy, but we knew that showing any weakness would only make him a liability. We watched as his skin darkened with piss, the stench surrounding him growing stronger by the minute. Finally, when we judged him to be at our mercy, we allowed him to piss himself.

As he let out a sigh of relief, we laughed in triumph. Our power over him was complete. We could do whatever we wanted with him now, and we both knew that the thought of being our piss slaves excited us more than anything else. The sound of his constant begging and pleading for mercy only served to make our hearts race faster as we bathed in the filth we had created together.