Chapter Thirty-Three:
Inga reached over the sink and tapped his p***s. “So is it a pain to piss through a hard-on?” Inga disturbed his aim and urine suddenly splashed up, splattering both of them.
“Christ,” Rudd swore. “Let me finish.” He squirted the last of it into the drain-hole.
Inga squeezed his c**k. “Bet I know what you’d like to do with this.” And with the opposite hand she took up the last dribble of urine onto a fingertip, testing it between thumb and forefinger.
Rudd was growing in her hand, his p***s lifting as he watched her moisten her lips.
Inga gave him a cheeky look and c****d her head. “You having naughty thoughts about me, Rudd? Thinking of pushing my skirt up? Helping yourself to my vag?”
Rudd broke out in a maniacal grin. “Don’t you know it.”
She let go of his p
