Foreword
Damballah closed her legs around Sheila's face and closed her eyes. She lifted a foot and ran it over the black rubber corset. It felt smooth and tacky on her foot. She loved it.
She lowered her cunt onto Sheila's face and took her tongue all the way in. She could feel it diddle her cervix.
That was it.
She shook wildly as she creamed on her slave's face. Sheila lapped it up, incredibly turned on by the orgasm.
Damballah stepped back and opened her eyes. Her legs were shaky and she had to piss, all that beer ya know.
She stepped back over Sheila and covered her in steamy yellow piss.
It felt great, to Damballah that is. The heat of her urine soothed her loins and made her feel warm all over.
Sheila closed her eyes. She thought she was going to get sick.
"Here. A reward," Damballah said after she had finished pissing. "I know you're thirsty."
She put a full can of beer next to her and laughed. There was no way she would ever get to drink it, not with her arms bound high above her head.
It was cruder than pissing on the poor, thirsty woman. Sheila looked at her beer and cried.
Damballah headed upstairs, laughing the whole way.