Middle-aged Aritomo had a double life: a bank manager in the morning, and a human toilet in the evening. His mistress tonight, Aya, took ultimate pleasure in locking his jaw with a cut bottle. Her sweaty pussy in view, Aritomo could only keep quiet as he gagged from the stinking pee. What did she drink before this? Aritomo tasted salty, bitter and sour at the same time. But he dare not spit any of it out, lest he incur the wrath of his mistress. The pee sloshed and gurgled down AritomoÂ’s throat, a good quart of it, so much for a small woman. Aritomo then opened his mouth so his mistress can sit on his face and grind her unwashed pussy and pee hole on his mouth and nose. The smell was even stronger when his nose was buried in her pussy and bush, and the smell of pee coated the insides of his mouth and face. Aritomo now felt like a proper human toilet slave.
