Wait for her to wet herself again

My cocked slipped out of Anna's mouth, a little softer now, but still tingling with the sensation of being between her soft lips. Trickles of piss ran from the head, joining the pool that was growing around our feet.

I stepped back, to survey the scene in front of me. Anna was slumped against the shower wall, half naked and spilling out of her dress. Her head was slumped to one side, and her thighs were spread, giving glimpses of her skimpy lingerie. Droplets of piss clung to the sides of her face, and wetness coated her inner thighs. I felt a pang of guilt as I looked at her lying there, ****, but suppressed it, assuring myself that she'd have woken up covered in piss regardless. It was a flimsy excuse, but I'd take whatever it took to avoid spiralling into panic.

After a few minutes of waiting, Anna's hips began to writhe in the telltale signs of desperation. I decided to give her a little nudge, and rested my toes on her bulging bladder. I leaned on it gently, and was rewarded with a gush of hot liquid. It spurted out past my heel, a much darker yellow, and splashed onto the tiles. On a whim, I dipped my toes into the stream relishing how hot the liquid was when it soaked my skin.

Anna's hips were pushing forward eagerly, and I could see her ass clenching hard. Her thick pussy lips were spread wide by the stream, revealing the tantalising darker pink within. Her pisshole winked, forcing out the last spurts onto the floor, and I could see her muscles relax. Idly, I let my toes trace the outline of her sex, dipping between her fleshy lips, and coating them in piss and juices. My big toe probed her opening, now exposed by the vulgar spread of her vulva.