I obliged, popping the button on my pants and guiding her head down. She nuzzled in, her nose pressing against the fabric, drawing in deep breaths. "Mmm… It's so strong. Semen drying on your skin, that tangy piss aftertaste. Lorena's asshole must've been wrecked—did you make her gape? Tell me more, Jack. Make me wet just hearing about it."
"Wrecked is an understatement," I growled, threading my fingers through her hair.
"I fingered her first, loosening that tight ring with two, then three fingers—coating them in her juices. She was dripping, begging me to ram it in. When I did, she arched back, ass cheeks slapping against my thighs. I talked dirty the whole time: 'Take it, you filthy lawyer slut. This ass is mine now.' She came twice—once from my cock alone, clenching so hard it milked me dry. The piss? That was the cherry on top—her bladder giving out mid-orgasm, soaking us both. You should've seen the puddle we left."
