The continuous hissssss of my piss filled the air between us while she kept staring, lips slightly parted, cheeks burning, thighs pressing together under her red dress.
Every few seconds my cock gave a stronger throb in her hand, and the stream surged harder for a moment, forcing another wet, heavy splash against the ground.
[It's still coming… so much of it… His cock keeps pulsing in my palm… I can feel every time a new wave of piss pushes out… The tip is dripping and spraying… It's so thick and hard even while he's peeing… How is it still this stiff…?]
[I held this same cock last night… and now I'm holding it again while he uses my hand like a support to piss in front of me… My face is on fire… but the sound is making my stomach feel weird… hot…]
The stream continued for a long time, strong and uninterrupted, my cock remaining rigid and heavy in her trembling grip the entire time. Maya's breathing had grown shallow.
