She reacts well.

Julia stirs lazily, stretching her arms above her head before rolling onto her side to face you. Her smile widens as she props herself up on one elbow, her dark eyes twinkling with amusement. "Mmm... so eager, darling," she teases, reaching out to trace a finger along your cheek.

"Well, I suppose I can't have my poor husband suffering." She swings her legs over the side of the bed, standing with the confident ease of someone who knows exactly how to command the room. "Come on then," she says, turning to stride toward the bathroom.

You slip out of bed after her, following her into the small, neatly arranged bathroom.

Julia steps to the toilet and sits down with a satisfied sigh. As she relaxes into the seat, she reaches for you, pulling you close by your waistband. Her fingers hook into the fabric as she looks up at you with a playful expression.

"Such a good boy for waiting," she murmurs, her face close to your growing bulge. One hand guides you toward the porcelain, the other beginning to unbutton your pajama pants. Her touch is deft, practiced—she knows exactly how to handle you.

"Now let's get you set up properly," she says, peeling back your underwear to free your cock. She positions it over the toilet bowl, her grip firm but gentle.

Your cock twitches at the contact, betraying your body's desire despite the urgency of your need. Julia chuckles softly, her warm breath ghosting over the tip as she guides you.

"Careful there, big boy," she teases, stroking just below the head with her thumb. "Let's not waste any before you start."

She leans back slightly, her fingers adjusting your grip on the base of your cock, encouraging you to angle it properly. Warm urine immediately splashes against the porcelain, relieving the intense pressure in your bladder. You groan in relief, your muscles loosening as the stream flows steady and strong.

Julia watches attentively, one hand resting on your hip as she monitors your aim.

The stream of urine continues to flow steadily, a gentle hissing sound filling the bathroom. Julia's grip on your hip tightens slightly, her thumb absently stroking the bare skin as she watches the golden arc disappear into the toilet bowl. She gazes at you with a mixture of amusement and tenderness, a soft smile playing on her face.

"Good boy," she murmurs encouragingly, her words husky and low. "Just a little more now, darling." As you empty your bladder, Julia's free hand moves to caress your thigh, her touch gentle and soothing. Her attention remains fixed on the flow of urine, making sure you hit the mark perfectly.

The stream finally weakens and slows to a trickle, and you give a final shake before Julia efficiently tucks you away and fastens your pajama pants. She gives your buttocks a playful squeeze before standing and moving to the sink to wash her hands. Julia looks back at you with a satisfied smile.

"Much better, isn't it?" she asks as she dries her hands on a fluffy towel. She then turns to the medicine cabinet, retrieving a small vial of something. "Now, let's get you some medicine to keep you healthy," she says, holding out a dropper containing a pale pink liquid.

"It's for good luck and a strong constitution."