...and she doesn’t even gag. Glass bowl pressed to those full lips as thick piss drips past them, chin slick and trembling. He lets it run down her throat until she’s gulping like she’s starving—then yanks it away just as fast. She coughs once, eyes watering but still locked on him, before he pins her back against the mattress. Stockings torn at the seams now, thighs spread wide over his shoulders as that same stream hits different targets this time...
