pee drinking femdom: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Courage

pee drinking femdom begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so pee drinking femdom becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In pee drinking femdom, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in pee drinking femdom, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that pee drinking femdom worked better than any sleeping pill.