John answers the door

John answered the door, his face flushed with embarrassment as piss dripped down his legs. Jess stood on the other side, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the sight of him. Without a word, she stepped forward, her hands reaching out to touch the wetness on his thighs. John was too stunned to react as Jess's fingers traced the path of the urine, sending shivers down his spine.

Before he could process what was happening, Jess dropped to her knees, her hands already working to free his penis from his soaked pants. John's confusion turned to shock as he felt her warm, wet mouth envelop him, her tongue swirling around his length. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and humiliation that left him breathless.

Jess's actions were fervent, her hands and mouth working in unison to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. John's confusion melted away, replaced by a growing wave of pleasure. He could feel his orgasm building, the sensation overwhelming him. Just as he reached the peak, Jess let out a soft moan, and he felt a warm, wet sensation against his thighs. She had peed herself, the warm liquid mixing with his own urine, creating a messy, erotic tableau.

John's body tensed as he came, his release intense and unexpected. Jess continued to lick and suck, savoring every drop of him. As he finally pulled away, panting and spent, Jess stood up, her own pants soaked with urine. She smiled at him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and mischief. Slowly, she reached down and pulled out her own penis, now covered in a mix of their fluids.

John stared at her, a mix of shock and awe on his face. The situation was surreal, but the pleasure had been undeniable. He wasn't sure what to say or do next, but he knew one thing for certain: this encounter had changed everything.