Uncontrolled piss cum in the car

The car’s dim interior reeked of stale piss and lust, the heat making the smell cling to every surface. A burly man, his belt already unfastened, sat squirming in the driver’s seat, his cock straining against his briefs. His hand was a blur, frantically stroking the damp fabric. A woman, her face flushed with excitement, knelt between his spread legs, her mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, tugging them down just enough to free his thick cock. It sprang up, already leaking pre-cum, and she leaned in, her tongue snaking out to lap at the salty bead. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You gonna piss on me, big boy?” she purred, her hand wrapping around his shaft. He grunted, his hips bucking as she began to stroke him, her thumb circling the sensitive head. The car filled with the sound of his heavy breathing, the scent of his arousal growing stronger. She could feel the urgency in his body, the desperation for release. She leaned back slightly, her eyes never leaving his as she opened her mouth wide, ready to receive the golden shower she craved.

Suddenly, his body tensed, and a stream of hot piss shot out, arching through the air and landing squarely on her face. She moaned, her eyes closing as the warm liquid soaked her skin, dripping down her cheeks and neck. She didn’t stop stroking him, her hand moving faster as she drank in the humiliation, the degradation. The car filled with the sound of his piss hitting her flesh, the scent of ammonia strong and pungent. She could feel it running down her body, soaking into her clothes, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the moment, lost in the filth. He grunted again, his body convulsing as he unleashed another wave of piss, this time aiming lower, soaking her shirt and bra. She could feel the fabric clinging to her skin, the cool air of the car contrasting with the heat of his piss. She moaned louder, her hand moving faster, desperate to feel him cum. And then, with a final grunt, he did, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot out, mixing with the piss still dripping from his urethra. She leaned in, her mouth open wide, catching as much of it as she could, her tongue licking at his cock, cleaning him. The car fell silent, the only sound their heavy breathing, the only smell the combined scent of piss and cum.