I let my man pee into my pussy

Leaning back against the cold tile, my legs spread wide, I watch him approach, his cock already hard and ready. He knows what I want, what I crave. His eyes lock onto mine as he grips his shaft, positioning the head at my dripping cunt. But he doesn’t slide in; instead, he teases me, rubbing the tip against my clit, making me squirm. “Fuck, please,” I beg, but he just smirks, enjoying my desperation. Suddenly, he pushes forward, but it’s not his cock that enters me—it’s the scorching stream of his piss, hot and intense, filling my pussy with a golden shower. I moan, the sensation overwhelming, as he urinates deep inside me, the warmth spreading through my core, dripping out onto the tile beneath us. He pulls out, but the piss play isn’t over; he straddles my chest, his cock hovering over my mouth. “Drink it up, slut,” he commands, and I eagerly open wide, swallowing his piss, the taste salty and warm, a filthy reminder of his dominance.

My body trembles with need as I lie there, exposed and vulnerable, my cunt soaked with his piss. He moves down, his tongue lapping at the mixture of my juices and his urine, licking me clean. I can feel the wetness between my thighs, the sensation of his piss dripping out of me, mixing with the saliva from his tongue. He slides two fingers inside me, fucking me with them, coating them in the filthy concoction. He brings them to my mouth, forcing me to suck them clean, to taste the combination of our fluids. His cock throbs, ready for more, but he doesn’t rush. Instead, he teases me, his fingers circling my clit, making me beg for release. “Please,” I gasp, my body writhing beneath him. He smiles, knowing he has me exactly where he wants me. He positions himself at my entrance, but instead of fucking me, he pisses into me again, the hot stream filling me, overflowing onto the tiles. I scream, the sensation too much, my body convulsing with a desperate orgasm, his piss dripping out of me in a messy, filthy display of our perverted lust.