Sasha Rachelle, a self-proclaimed piss whore, is ready to train as the ultimate piss mop. She's a black, exotic beauty, her body toned and taut, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She strips, her movements slow and sensual, her stripper past evident in every roll of her hips. She stands, legs apart, and lets the first trickle of piss escape. It's warm, and she can feel it soaking into the floor, inviting her in. She gets on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air, and begins to lap at the floor, her tongue exploring every inch, tasting her own golden nectar. She loves the way it coats her tongue, the way it makes her feel dirty and used. She's a natural, and she knows it.