
I Flood Your Mouth From My Throne
I need to pee. Very urgently. There is no time to waste and no room for discussion.
I pull my leather skirt up, sit on the edge of my throne, and look down at you. You already know where you belong. You will drink all of this. Every drop. I only want to hear you swallow. Swallow and swallow and swallow while I flood that thirsty mouth of yours.
I spread myself open so you miss nothing. The stream is warm, steady, and completely yours to take. When I am finished I send you down to the floor. That is how it goes for a drinker like you.
No hesitation. No negotiation. Just my piss and your place beneath me.
