Pleasure himself

I was standing there, drenched in my housemate's pungent piss, and there she was, passed out on my bed, which was also drenched. The fabric of my boxers was clinging to my body, outlining the firm shape of my hard-on. I bounced from foot to foot, dripping all over the carpet, at a loss for what to do.

Anna was still there, her curvaceous ass spilling out of her skimpy dress. At least I could get some enjoyment out of this nightmare. I started peeling my underwear off, and as I did my cock sprang free, slapping against my hard abs in a spray of moisture. I gripped the shaft in my right hand, my other holding the piss-drenched boxers, and started jerking. The piss coating my shaft and hand made a faint mist with every movement.

I tried to enjoy the sensations and take in the beautiful sight in front of me, but the boxers were now turning lukewarm. It was a disgusting feeling. On a whim, I flicked them back onto the bed. They landed with a soft splat on Anna's upturned face. She didn't stir. Looking over her body, my eyes were drawn to her creamy thighs, and the warm sex between them.

Her legs were spread wide open, exposing the puffy lips of her cunt. The crotch of her thong was twisted and caught between them, a deep cameltoe of epic proportions. It had the effect of pushing out her already meaty lips into a slutty display that saved little for the imagination. I moved to the end of the bed, standing between her spread legs. My hand flew over my eager cock as I feasted my eyes on Anna's involuntarily exposed form. A churning in my balls let me know that it wouldn't be long till my load came spewing out.

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