The stream, angled by the position, changed direction. The yellow fluid, now visible, ran down her ass. Over her anal. Into the bowl.
She cried. The sound, muffled by her hands, was a whimper. The position, the exposure, the vulnerability of pissing while a man held her leg like a dog being walked, was beyond anything she had imagined.
His other hand unzipped. His cock, hard and thick, emerged. The head, dark and swollen, pressed against her pussy. The shaft, rubbing against her lips, found the entrance.
"Let me clean it from inside," he said.
She trembled. Her head shook. The refusal, instinctive and desperate, was wordless. Her hands, over her mouth, tightened.
He slammed.
Pah!
"MMMF...!!"
The scream, muffled by her hands, was sharp. His cock, driving into her pussy, displaced the cum. The white fluid, squeezed out by the penetration, sprayed around his shaft. The stream of piss, interrupted by the penetration, sputtered and stopped.
