“Please Daddy! That’s too much pee! You’re gonna make me queef!”

I’m perched over her, my cock throbbing, but it’s not my dick she’s begging to stop. Her eyes are wide, her mouth open in a mix of panic and pleasure as she feels the first drops of piss hit her skin. She’s slick with it, the yellow liquid running down her thighs, pooling on the floor beneath her. Her pussy is drenched, not just from her own arousal, but from the golden shower I’m raining down on her. She’s squirming, trying to escape the stream, but I’ve got her pinned, my hands gripping her hips tightly. Her cries of “Please Daddy! That’s too much pee! You’re gonna make me queef!” fill the air, but I don’t stop. I can see her pussy lips parting, feel the warmth of her piss mixing with mine as she loses control, her body convulsing with a mix of shame and ecstasy. Her asshole clenches and releases, and I know she’s right—she’s going to queef, her pussy spilling over with a mix of our fluids. The sight of her, covered in piss, her face flushed with embarrassment and desire, is intoxicating. I can feel my own orgasm building, the urge to fill her mouth with my cum almost overpowering. But for now, I just keep pissing, watching as she struggles to take it all, her body betraying her with every squirt.