Anthony: Jeanne Catherine’s Piss Drinker
💦 Anthony Gets Soaked 💦
🌊 Dripping Temptation • Slippery Surrender 🌊
Anthony’s fevered mind was consumed by one all-encompassing desire: to drink his naughty mommy Jeanne Catherine’s golden piss. The blonde, voluptuous beauty was his mother, with a radiant complexion and the most striking eyes that sparkled with a knowing glint whenever she regarded him with a mixture of disdain and fascination. She was the perfect embodiment of a MILF, her pendulous breasts and curvaceous figure a constant temptation to his baser instincts.
Ever since Anthony’s first memory with his naughty mommy Jeanne, he had been hopelessly enthralled by the very thought of her. She had casually performed a golden shower on him, unleashing a torrent of warm, amber-hued urine straight into his eagerly gaping mouth. The taste and aroma had incited a ravenous lust within him that could never be sated. He craved more, yearned for the opportunity to drink deeply from her lofty throne, to guzzle her piss in quantities that would make a camel weep with envy.
Anthony watched her pee, mesmerized by the sight of her perfectly formed pubic mound and the glistening, puffy lips of her glorious slit. He longed to bury his face in the carpet of Mommy’s blonde curls between her milky thighs, to lap at her dripping meats with an insatiable hunger. But his deepest, darkest fantasy remained the supreme indulgence: to swallow every drop she produced, to feel her hot, salty essence coursing down his throat in a never-ending golden torrent.
As the days turned into weeks, Anthony’s obsession only intensified. He found himself wandering the streets, searching for any glimpse of Jeanne Catherine, desperate to catch a whiff of her unique musk or a fleeting glimpse of the tantalizing curves of her body. He began to stalk her, tracking mommy’s movements with an unnerving precision that bordered on the edge of madness. He could not be swayed from his all-consuming fixation.
One night, as Anthony lurked in the shadows of mommy Jeanne’s bedroom window, he finally saw his chance. The blonde naughty mommy emerged from the bathroom, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she caught sight of the gaunt, rabid figure pressed against the glass. With a seductive smile, she beckoned him forward, inviting him to fulfill his twisted desires in the most intimate of settings. And as Anthony crept through the darkness, his heart pounding in his chest, he knew that he was about to indulge in the most depraved, satisfying experience of his life, one that would cement his status as the ultimate naughty mommy piss-drinking slut for all eternity.