Mistress Lusinda, her eyes smoldering with power, holds her servant in her thrall. She teases him, running a finger along her hairy, wet slit before pushing him to his knees. With a smirk, she lets her bladder go, arcs of golden piss filling his mouth. He drinks greedily, his eyes locked on hers. Once she's finished, she pushes his face into her pussy, commanding him to clean her with his tongue. He eagerly complies, his tongue probing her folds, lapping up her arousal and the last traces of her piss.