Fill her up with more piss

I was really curious to see just how much Anna could hold, but she was clearly drained dry by this point. I thought about running to the kitchen, filling up a jug with water, and getting that into her. But then a thought came to me. Watching so much hot piss spraying out of her overworked bladder had made me **** to relieve myself too; why not solved both problems at once? She was already drenched in urine; a little of mine straight from the source wouldn't hurt.

I untied the towel around my waist and threw it out onto the bathroom tiles. My cock was still at full mast, pointing right at Anna's face. If I let go like this it'd spray everywhere, and barely any would actually be drunk. Her mouth was partially open, full lips beckoning. I put my cock against them and pushed with my hips, and the head slipped inside into the warm, wet embrace of her mouth.

Her warm breath on the tip of my cock was almost enough to make me shoot my load, but I held back, clenching tight till the sensation passed. Pissing with a hard on this stiff was a challenge, but eventually I managed to coax a little trickle out. Anna's mouth closed tight around the tip of my prick as she swallowed instinctively.

That action was enough to spur me on, and I let a second trickle out, which soon grew into a stream of piss, flowing into my housemate's **** mouth. Mine was definitely a lot more acrid than hers, and I was thankful she wasn't awake to complain about the taste. While my bladder released its contents, I subtly stroked the folds of her cunt with my foot, eliciting little moans that vibrated through my junk.

I couldn't imagine how anyone could sleep through this experience, but she was thoroughly passed out from what must have been an epic amount of ****. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of release, made so much better by the fact that my buxom housemate had her lips around my cock. She gulped hungrily, neck muscles working instinctively to swallow the amber flood that was filling her mouth. I wondered what was going through her drunk mind, or if she was just too far gone for any thought to register at all.

I usually had to pee badly in the mornings, and while this load wasn't quite as intense, it still filled her mouth so rapidly that little trickles ran from the corners of her lips, and down her chin. I tried to hold my flow, letting what was in her mouth drain down her throat before I renewed my stream. Eventually though, my bladder ran dry too, and I reluctantly started to withdraw from her mouth.