Golden Showers Phone Sex is how I want to serve Master this new year.
First thing I kneel naked in the bathroom, trembling with need, eyes fixed on your cock. Please, Sir, I beg in my whiniest voice, use me.
Just drench your filthy little slut. This leads you to smirk, step closer, and grip the base of your thick shaft. Then I open my mouth wide, tongue out, desperate for the first hot stream.
Now you aim right at my face, and it hits—scalding, golden piss splashing across my cheeks, running into my eager mouth. Then, like a good whore, I swallow greedily. Simply moaning like the depraved whore I am, tasting the sharp, salty warmth that marks me as yours.
You shift lower. The stream pounds my tits, soaking my hard nipples, cascading down my belly to my dripping pussy. I spread my legs wider, fingers rubbing my swollen clit frantically.
“More, please,” I whimper. “Piss all over your nasty pet.”
You oblige, directing the powerful flow straight onto my cunt. It stings so perfectly, mixing with my juices as I grind against the pressure.
I cum hard right there on my knees, shaking, squirting messily while your urine floods me.
Finally, you empty the last drops onto my tongue. I lap them up gratefully, then crawl forward to lick your cock clean, savoring every bitter trace.
“Thank you, Sir,” I gasp, face glistening, body reeking of you. “I’m nothing but your personal piss slut. Please do it again soon—I need it to feel owned.”




















