He (m27) didn’t share my (f24) fetish, but that night he did absolutely everything to make sure my fantasies came true.
I knew it would be a wild night. We had prepared. I had been downing water for the last few hours, and I told him to come with a full bladder.
Just after 8 p.m, I greeted him at my door. He was wearing these sexy jeans that hugged his ass in all the right places.
I was wearing a spaghetti strap tank, with no bra. My hard nipples poked though in a very obvious way. My grey leggings hugged my ass.
I led him into my makeshift playroom, waterproof mats layed out on the floor. I told him to drink up and he obeyed. He slipped out of his tee, and I helped him out of his jeans to reveal a sexy pair of grey leggings.
I already had to pee. My tiny bladder was bursting. Him, not so much. I kept fetching him more water.
We lay there making out. But my bladder had had enough and I slowly released just a bit though my grey leggings. Onto his thick hard dick.