"Fuuuck... piss on my dick, Angela... soak that fat cock while I fuck your thighs..." I groaned, thrusting shallowly between her clamped legs as the hot stream poured over meâsteaming piss cascading down my length in thick, pulsing rivers, coating every vein, dripping off my heavy balls in sticky ropes that splattered the leaves below.
The heat was obsceneâher urine scalding my skin, making my cock jerk and throb harder inside the tight channel of her thighs.
Her pussy clenched visibly with each pushâinner walls fluttering through the translucent lace, labia quivering around my cock as piss sprayed out in wild arcs, misting our thighs, the tree bark, even speckling my abs.
Her clit swelled bigger against my piss-slick tipâpulsing, throbbing like a heartbeat under the relentless pressure of my cockhead grinding into it. Every spurt made her nub jump, piss ricocheting off it in fine sprays that soaked her inner thighs further.
"God... your piss is so fucking hot on my clit... itâs making my cunt throb... donât stop rubbing that fat head on my swollen button..." Angela moaned, voice cracking, desperate to stay quiet.
She bit down hard on my shoulderâteeth sinking deep through my shirt into muscle, muffling a scream as her stream strengthened into a thick, gushing torrent.
"Mmmph... fuck... Dexter... your cockâs grinding my piss-soaked clit... Iâm gonna cum if you keep pissing on it like that... nghhh... bite me harder so I donât scream..."
I relaxed my bladder in response. "Take my piss too, you filthy piss-whore," I snarled against her ear.
"Feel my hot stream pounding your clit while your cunt drenches my dick." A powerful jet burst from my tipâthick, forceful piss spraying directly onto her engorged nub, hammering that sensitive pearl like liquid fingers.
The golden flood ricocheted off her clit in wild sprays, soaking the lace further, trickling down to mingle with hers in a steaming, filthy puddle between our feet. Her clit pulsed violently under the assaultâswelling even more, throbbing visibly as piss pounded it, making her thighs quiver and clamp tighter around my cock.
"Fuuuck... your piss is fucking my clit... itâs so hot, so nasty... my pussyâs clenching around your cock like it wants to milk every drop..." Angela whimpered into my shoulder, voice muffled and broken, hips bucking wildly to grind her sopping cunt harder against my thrusting length.
"Donât stop... piss harder on my swollen clit... make me squirt my juices with your urine... nghhh... Iâm trying so hard not to moan loud... Miraâs gonna hear me cumming on your cock..."
I rocked my hips fasterâfucking the tight, piss-slick channel of her thighs, my cock sliding back and forth through the hot flood, the head grinding mercilessly into her clit with every stroke.
Her labia fluttered around the cock through the laceâinner folds sucking at me, clit jumping and pulsing under the dual piss-streams, her whole pussy quivering as the last of her urine tapered to lazy, dripping spurts. My own stream slowed to thick ropesâcoating her clit in final, heavy pulses that made her shudder violently.
Angela sagged against me, panting, thighs trembling, panties utterly ruinedâdrenched in both our piss, clinging transparently to her swollen, red clit and puffy lips.
My cock stayed trapped between her thighs for one last, lingering momentâslick and glistening with our mixed piss and her thick cunt-juice, veins pulsing visibly under the torchlight, head still flared dark purple and leaking fresh pre-cum into the filthy, steaming mess coating her inner thighs.
The combined fluids dripped in slow, heavy ropes from my shaft, splattering the leaves below with wet plops, the musky scent of urine and aroused pussy thick enough to taste on the air.
Angela finally eased her thighs apart with a shaky exhale, a final trickle of her piss sliding down my length before my cock bobbed freeâglistening, rock-hard, strings of piss-juice connecting the tip to her soaked lace like obscene spiderwebs.
She stepped back half a pace, chest heaving, heavy tits rising and falling, nipples stabbing through her top like diamonds. Her eyesâdark, glassy with lustâlocked on my dripping dick, then flicked up to my face with that signature slutty look: lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them, cheeks flushed, a wicked little smirk curling despite the bite-mark bruising her own shoulder.
"Hm..." she purred, voice still husky from muffled moans, reaching down to wrap her fingers around my slick shaft. She gave it one slow, filthy strokeâmilking another fat bead of pre-cum to the slitâbefore guiding the still-throbbing length back toward my open zipper.
"Letâs go back... otherwise your little beauty Mira might come looking for us... wondering why her âprotectorâ is taking so long to help his wife piss."
She tucked my cock away with teasing care, zipping me up slowly, her knuckles brushing the sensitive head one last time. "Heh... poor thingâs probably clenching her thighs out there, imagining what we just did."
I caught her wrist before she could pull away fully. With my other hand, I hooked two fingers into the waistband of her drenched black lace pantiesâstill clinging transparently to her swollen pussy lipsâand yanked them down in one rough tug.
The soaked fabric peeled away from her cunt with a wet, sucking sound, strings of piss and juice stretching before snapping. Angela gasped, thighs instinctively clenching, but I already had them offâcrumpled, warm, dripping in my fist.
"What theâDexter?!" she hissed, eyes wide with shocked arousal, voice cracking between surprise and filthy excitement. Her bare pussy was now fully exposed under the torch beamâswollen outer lips puffy and dark pink, inner folds glistening with a thick sheen of her own juices and our piss, clit still engorged and protruding like a needy little button, a final droplet of urine clinging to the hood before it fell. Her pubic hair was matted and dark, slick trails running down her inner thighs. "Youâre insane... give those back!"
I stuffed the ruined panties deep into my pocketâwarm, wet lace pressing against my thigh like a secret trophy. "I confiscated them," I said, voice low and dark, stepping close so my body blocked the torchlight from hitting her fully exposed cunt.
"Youâre gonna be bare pussy now, Angela. No panties. No hiding that dripping, piss-soaked slit. Hee hee... donât let Mira notice."
Angelaâs breath hitchedâhalf protest, half moan. She glanced down at her naked lower half, then back up at me, eyes sparkling with that dangerous mix of outrage and horniness.
"You bastard... You want me walking back with my cunt out? Lips all swollen and shiny, clit throbbing, pussy leaking down my thighs for anyone to see?" She bit her lip, thighs rubbing together onceâsmearing the slick mess further.
"Fuck... thatâs so dirty. What if Mira sees? What if she realizes Iâm naked under here... no panties, just dripping cunt-juice and your piss still trickling out of me?"
I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Then sheâll know exactly what kind of slut my wife is. And maybe... just maybe... sheâll start wondering what it feels like to have her own panties taken. To walk around bare, pussy exposed, clit aching, while I watch."
Angela shivered hardânipples tightening further, a fresh bead of her arousal sliding down her inner thigh. "Youâre evil... Iâm already so fucking wet again. My clitâs still pulsing from your cock grinding it... and now I have to walk back with nothing on underneath? Every stepâs gonna rub my bare lips together, make my pussy lips kiss and slide... fuck, Dexter, Iâm gonna leave a trail."
I grabbed her assâfingers digging into the plush cheeks, spreading them slightly so the cool night air kissed her exposed asshole and dripping slit. "Good. Let it drip. Let Mira smell it when we get close. Let her see how my wifeâs cunt looks after getting pissed on and fucked with cock between her thighs."