Eagerly awaiting on the floor, I cherish my role. I am a human toilet, spending my days blindfolded, serving as a receptacle for urine and excrement. A stunning woman has just entered the room, and her bushy pubic region emits a musky, salty, and divine aroma. I open my mouth, ready to receive her glistening gift. Her urine is thin, nearly transparent, with a subtle sweetness. I open my mouth wider, thirsty for more of this celestial elixir, a drink reserved solely for beautiful women.