Her pussy was a sopping wet mess. Sex She told me she always felt an incredible rush as she flicked her clit while piss poured from her pee hole. I kissed her and told her that the next day, Saturday, she’d have to do exactly what I told her as a punishment. Trust me, she got fucked hard that night when she retold the story. lol. Based on past experience, I knew she was now very aroused and ready to get fucked. Each session left her with a screaming orgasm. I told her she’d have to follow all of my commands on that day–no ifs, ands or buts. But, not right now. “Wear them under your jean shorts.”
Heather nodded and left. “You gave me a lot of soda to drink.”
“Let’s go,” I said. Wet your shorts again in there just like before and then come find me in the sporting goods department.”
Heather turned and marched away. Earlier in the morning, I had placed a large sheet of plastic over the passenger seat of our car. I leaned my seat back and started stroking myself. Heather was squirming. She left behind a nice puddle on the plastic sheet.
