You’re Not a Man, You’re My Toilet - Caviar Edition

You’re not a real man, are you? That’s why your new purpose is simple: you become my toilet. Whenever I snap my fingers, you drop to your knees, open your mouth wide, and swallow whatever I give you piss, spit, or worse. You’re lucky my pussy and ass will press against your face while I use you. Most toilets don’t even get that privilege. Now open wide and wait for the snap, loser.