Emilie had dreams of being a professional photographer or an important supermodel, but in the end she sound her true calling. She had always been meant to be a human urinal.
She knew it from the very first splash of acrid piss on her waiting tongue. There was nothing quite like being nothing more than a place for men to piss to really make her feel fulfilled and at peace with the world.
“Thanks for using this urinal, Sir. Would you care for a complimentary blowjob?” she asked.
“Naw. I’ve got a slut waiting at home, but thanks anyway.”
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