Peeing on Myself [Perfect Self-pissing]

The porcelain bathtub is cold against my naked skin, but I barely notice, too focused on the warm stream of piss that’s about to hit my flesh. I’ve been drinking all day, every sip calculated, knowing I’d need a full bladder for this. My legs are spread wide, toes curling over the edge of the tub. I grip my cock tightly, angling it downwards, and let out a groan as the first hot jet of piss splashes against my thigh. It’s a strange sensation, both humiliating and arousing, the golden shower cascading down my body, pooling at the small of my back. I shift, letting the stream hit my chest, my neck, my face. The smell of ammonia fills the air, but I don’t care, lost in the perverse pleasure of pissing on myself. I can feel the desperation building, the need to fill my mouth with the same piss that’s dripping off my chin, to taste the saltiness, to swallow it down.

My free hand roams my body, tracing the paths the piss has taken, feeling the warmth against my skin. I pinch my nipples, hard, gasping at the pain that mixes with the pleasure. My cock throbs, pre-cum mixing with the piss that’s still flowing from it. I bring my hand to my mouth, licking off the mixture, tasting the bitterness of my own piss. It’s filthy, disgusting, and I love it. I can feel the orgasm building, the need to piss and cum at the same time, to cover myself in my own filth. I stroke myself faster, the piss playing turning into a full-blown golden shower, soaking me completely. The bath is a mess, the water a dirty brown, but I don’t care. All I care about is the sensation of piss drinking, piss play, and the orgasm that’s about to rip through me, leaving me a sweaty, dirty, satisfied mess.