"I groan, and push and I can feel the stream of hot piss moving its way through my cock towards the slit at the mouth of my cock. I feel like I'm floa...ing, and then, that slight relief of pressure as the first spurt of piss escapes me and disappears into your welcoming cunt. I pull back and relax a little and I'm not just trickling any more. I'm pissing. Pissing deep inside you. Claiming you. Using you.Your pussy seems to take an almost endless stream, and you moan, an erotic sound from deep in. Even girls messaged. Thank you so many guys for your appreciation.This the story of one of such readers. Her name was Aleena. She was a housewife of 29 years. She got married 6 years ago, with very little sex. She had messaged because she loved my story. I messaged her just like the others.Then we both started chatting quite a lot, it was fun. She was a quite good painter but could not fulfill her dreams. Her husband was an accountant an old guy, things were going nicely for me. I got to know. “Tell me what you want to do to me, Brandon.” Tegan urged softly.“I wanna fuck you.”“How? Tell me how you want me. Tell me exactly.”“I… I want you to get on your knees and suck me.”“Mmm, ok.” Tegan sank to her knees running her hands down his torso and took his hardening dick in her hands, caressing it gently as she took it in her mouth and began to bob her head. She stroked his lower stomach with one hand and held the base of his shaft with the other as she slowly took him into her mouth,. Bill teased my wife, slowly bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. His technique was a little different than mine, and I wondered if my wife would notice. As I watched him play with my wife, I remembered that the rice needed to be turned off, or it would burn. I could see Bill’s black cock, jutting up from his hips, veins standing out in crisp relief. Painfully erect. What would that look like, buried in my wife? I crept back to the kitchen, and took the rice off the stove. When I.