“Look at me, you dirty little piss whore.”
Your tear filled eyes meet mine instantly. You’re still lying on the shower tile, face sweaty, make up streaked down the sides of your face, urine puddled in your navel.
I stand barefoot on one of your muscular thighs and then both. Your eyes go wide as my weight transfers to you fully. I lean down and brace myself on your chest, holding you down on the hard cold floor in a long silence.
I spit on your face. You flinch, banging your head against the cold tile. When you look at me again, your eyes are wider, pleading.
I lean further forward, all of my weight uncomfortably on you. “I want you to remember that in this moment, you were mine,” I whisper to you. Before you can react, I let my piss loose on you, covering your abused and needy cunt with my warm urine. Your lips part. I can see the arousal build in you again.