Orders were barked at her; her vibrator was removed and she too lowered herself into a squatting position as if she was toileting outside in the fresh air. Her familiar pale, naked p***y was above me and, like with Beata, I could pick up on her recognisable juices mixed with the latex, rubbery aroma.
Dana held herself on her haunches above me, giving me a long, clear view of her cherished lips, open and wet with the s****l provocation that they had been undergoing.
Then her pee came.
It wasn’t like Beata’s that started with a tempting drop and built up its velocity, this was hard on as she literally streamed it out with an accurate aim, right down my throat.
Rapidly, I was forced to swallow her natural brook and then swallow it again and again as she filled me up.
Her taste wasn’t as
