"Drink, you pathetic worm!" Mistress Irena Mur commands, as she squats over Max Dickie's upturned face. Her hairy cunt drips with arousal, the scent intoxicating. Max, her willing slave, eagerly laps at her nectar, his tongue exploring her folds. But Mistress Mur has other plans. She relaxes her bladder, a warm, golden stream filling Max's mouth. He swallows, choking slightly, but never breaking eye contact with his Mistress. She grinds her pussy onto his face, using him like a human toilet, her juices mingling with her piss as he licks her clean.