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In a smoky, dimly lit room, Mistress Kennya, her body adorned with ink, takes her seat. Two sissy sluts, her property, await her command. "Fetch me a coffee," she orders, her voice laced with dominance. As they scurry to comply, she chuckles, "Not that kind of coffee, you little worms." She stands, turns, and releases a stream of piss into the cup. The sluts return, eyes wide, but they comply, taking turns to drink their mistress's urine, their faces a mix of disgust and desire, as Kennya watches, her pleasure evident.