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The cloakroom, a fancy name for the downstairs toilet. A closet with a toilet bowl, a sink, and couple of hooks on the reverse side of the door to hang a few coats. A box of a room about six feet deep and four across. She was perched on the seat, hair a curtain over her face while she sat with her knees apart, skirt binding her ankles. I watched, transfixed, an erection vaguely registering as I gawked at the sight of a supremely attractive young woman holding herself splayed, her focus down between her legs as she pissed her stream into the bowl.

It was a dark and clandestine moment. Lust bubbled inside me while I continued to stare. It was an intimate thing to witness, so private, so personal. I knew I had no business looking, but couldn’t tear my eyes away from Kirsten’s vulva, the skin smooth and hairless, her sex a hot gaping pout.

She must have sensed my presence or perhaps saw a shift in the light as my shadow passed over the wall. Either way, Kirsten looked up, hair falling away from her face. She brushed at a few stray strands with the fingers of the hand that wasn’t holding her labia spread, the flash of realisation in her eyes as our gazes locked.

Time stretched. Reality slewed. We stared at each other, her piss still spattering into the water while elastic seconds ticked by.

“You shouldn’t be looking,” she eventually said.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped.

As I said it, Kirsten leaned forward. She stretched out one arm and shoved the door closed. It swung across the gap and screened the girl as a whole gamut of impressions swirled around inside my head. I felt the tug of carnal arousal. I had half-a-mind to push the door open, to walk in and kiss the girl as the piss gushed out of her body. I saw my hand going between her legs, the outrush hot over my wrist and palm when I fingered her sex, our tongues slipping and writhing together as she gasped into my mouth. There was guilt mixed in there as well. Embarrassment warmed my cheeks when I thought about how I could ever face Kirsten again. What <i>had</i> I been thinking? What kind dirty old letch watches a young woman piss? Even if it had been an accidental encounter, I should have moved on. I should have left the scene immediately, not stood and gawked while my cock pulsed and my head filled with libidinous thoughts.
 
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The cloakroom, a fancy name for the downstairs toilet. A closet with a toilet bowl, a sink, and couple of hooks on the reverse side of the door to hang a few coats. A box of a room about six feet deep and four across. She was perched on the seat, hair a curtain over her face while she sat with her knees apart, skirt binding her ankles. I watched, transfixed, an erection vaguely registering as I gawked at the sight of a supremely attractive young woman holding herself splayed, her focus down between her legs as she pissed her stream into the bowl.

It was a dark and clandestine moment. Lust bubbled inside me while I continued to stare. It was an intimate thing to witness, so private, so personal. I knew I had no business looking, but couldn’t tear my eyes away from Kirsten’s vulva, the skin smooth and hairless, her sex a hot gaping pout.

She must have sensed my presence or perhaps saw a shift in the light as my shadow passed over the wall. Either way, Kirsten looked up, hair falling away from her face. She brushed at a few stray strands with the fingers of the hand that wasn’t holding her labia spread, the flash of realisation in her eyes as our gazes locked.

Time stretched. Reality slewed. We stared at each other, her piss still spattering into the water while elastic seconds ticked by.

“You shouldn’t be looking,” she eventually said.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped.

As I said it, Kirsten leaned forward. She stretched out one arm and shoved the door closed. It swung across the gap and screened the girl as a whole gamut of impressions swirled around inside my head. I felt the tug of carnal arousal. I had half-a-mind to push the door open, to walk in and kiss the girl as the piss gushed out of her body. I saw my hand going between her legs, the outrush hot over my wrist and palm when I fingered her sex, our tongues slipping and writhing together as she gasped into my mouth. There was guilt mixed in there as well. Embarrassment warmed my cheeks when I thought about how I could ever face Kirsten again. What <i>had</i> I been thinking? What kind dirty old letch watches a young woman piss? Even if it had been an accidental encounter, I should have moved on. I should have left the scene immediately, not stood and gawked while my cock pulsed and my head filled with libidinous thoughts.



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Sexy Wet Feeling


Ohhh yessss Cindy this lovely sexy body wetting the bed in such a sexual looking pose is not just fun to watch but laying net to her on a 69 pose and putting face in that very sexy moist or wet pussy would be sensasional and sooo YUMMMMmm I know also how sexy it feels feeling the warm piss flowing onto the sheets MMMMmmm
 
Images I like the most... face sitting with peeing, fucking while peeing, peeing while being toyrd, and of course peeing onto containers. :)
 
Soooo Delicious!

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I LOVE it when she lady squats over my face to piss into my mouth and DOESN'T open herself up...just like this gal! You not only get her main stream into your mouth, but you also get those sweet secondary streams and drippings all over your face! This splattering effect is even BETTER with an untrimmed hairy pussy! 😋

LOVE the tongue cleanup, too!!! 💓
 
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