Whenever a man made her kneel down so he could piss on her face, Crystal was thankful. She knew that a man had every woman in the world to choose from, any woman in the room could be the target for his piss, and he still chose her.

“It makes me feel so young again, like getting carded at the bar,” she told her friends. “There’s nothing like the feeling of hot piss on my face for nostalgia!”