(Water Sports) Jake needs a pee

You’re both still breathing hard under the hot spray, Amy’s body pressed against yours as you kiss her deeply. Your cock is softening but still twitching with aftershocks, and the intense session has left your bladder full and urgent. The combination of all the water you’ve been drinking today plus the long, hard fucking has you aching in a new way.

Amy pulls back slightly, noticing the way you shift your weight. Her sharp eyes catch everything.

“What is it?” she asks, voice still raspy from taking you down her throat. A mischievous little smile tugs at her lips when she feels you subtly pressing your hips forward. “Don’t tell me you’re already ready for round three, Peralta.”

You hesitate for half a second, then decide to be honest.

“Actually… I really need to piss,” you admit, glancing down between your bodies. “All that water and… everything we just did.”

Instead of pulling away or looking disgusted, Amy’s eyes darken again with fresh heat. She bites her lower lip, that competitive, curious expression you love flashing across her face.

“Then do it,” she says softly, pressing closer. “Right here. On me.”

Your cock gives a weak twitch against her thigh at her words.

“You’re serious?”

Amy reaches down and wraps her fingers around your softening cock, aiming it toward her stomach. The shower is still running hot, steam thick around you.

“I’ve thought about it before,” she confesses, voice low and a little shy but clearly turned on. “With you. In the shower like this… I want to feel it. Mark me, Jake.”

The filthy request makes your pulse spike. You relax your bladder and let go.

A hot, powerful stream of piss jets out of you, splashing directly onto Amy’s lower belly. She gasps sharply, then moans as you guide it lower, spraying across her pussy and down her thighs. The golden liquid mixes with the shower water, running in rivulets over her skin. Amy’s hand stays wrapped around you, adjusting the angle so it hits her clit.

“Fuck, that’s warm,” she whimpers, grinding against the stream. Her free hand slides between her legs, rubbing her piss-soaked pussy while you continue emptying yourself on her. “Keep going… don’t stop.”

You watch in aroused disbelief as she spreads her legs a little wider, letting your piss coat her folds and drip off her. The sight of proper, rule-following Amy Santiago getting off on you pissing on her pussy is almost too much. Your cock starts to harden again in her grip even as you finish.

When your stream finally slows to a trickle, Amy looks up at you with wet hair plastered to her face and pure lust in her eyes.

“Your turn to hold me up,” she says, voice husky. She turns around, bracing her hands on the tile wall and pushing her ass out toward you. “I drank a lot of coffee this morning too… and I want you to feel it.”

You step in close behind her, reaching around to hold her steady. Amy relaxes, and soon a hot, steady flow of her own piss sprays out between her legs. It splashes against your thighs and cock, the sensation surprisingly intimate and erotic in the hot shower. You reach down and rub her clit while she empties herself, making her moan loudly as her piss runs over your fingers and your hardening cock.

When she finishes, she’s trembling.

“Dirty girl, Santiago,” you murmur against her ear, pressing your now fully hard cock against her ass. “You liked that way more than you’re going to admit tomorrow.”

Amy looks back at you over her shoulder, flushed and breathing fast.

“Shut up and fuck me again while we’re still messy,” she demands, pushing back against you. “I want to feel everything.”