Timmy's Thirst Quenched

Timmy2874, a man of peculiar taste, finds himself in a grimy, dimly lit alleyway, his eyes scanning the ground until they land on a glistening puddle. Kneeling, he leans in, lapping up the amber liquid with a fervor that belies its origin. His tongue, hungry and eager, traces the edges of the puddle, ensuring not a drop goes to waste. The scent of urine fills the air, a pungent reminder of his kink, as he indulges in his unique fetish under the cloak of night.

• piss
• piss-drinker

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