Unsatisfied, Ahmya pulled down her panties and filled the bowl with her piss. Her powerful, salty stream mixed well with the pasty pastry, and a warm, golden soup emerged. Tiny puffs of cake floated to the top of the piss soup, and the slave immediately set upon the soup with his face, slurping everything up. The salty sweet concoction soothed his thirsty throat, and before he could finish, Ahmya hocked large globs of snot and spat it at the bottom of the bowl to mix with the straggling bits of cake. The slave smiled inwardly as he gobbled up the still warm snot from the bottom of the clear, glass bowl.
