'You want to be peed on too, don't you?' she asked suddenly. There was a note of wonder I her voice as if she had suddenly had a revelation. 'Maybe al... over your cock?' I knew she was staring at me speculatively but I couldn't meet her eyes. Still entranced by the hypnotic column of gushing urine and the bubbling, thrumming sound as it met the toilet water, I could only nod dumbly, wishing the moment could last forever.All too soon, of course, the stream finally dwindled away to a final few. See, anal isn’t so bad. It’s almost as if your ass is sucking on my cock. And as horny as I am, it won’t take me long to cum.”At that she started to move. Slowly she extracted the majority and then returned it to its fully inserted length. As she did, my muscles clinched the shaft as if wanting to hold it in. After a few minutes my ass had grown accustom to the size and Tatyana’s pace was beginning to quicken. Sometimes it was a series of short stabs while other times it was forceful full. The waves outside crashed with an accelerating ferocity.The thunder god moved a trunk of a leg between her own, as if to force them apart, but they opened wide at the merest suggestion, like a dandelion spilling its seeds to the wind. Her vagina was diluvian. His hands on her shoulders were meaty, imprisoning, and those sky-blue eyes willfully told her that for all the omnipotence crackling through his muscles, and his complete mastery of creation, he had lost control of himself. Their thighs. "I expect the artist who made that mural had never tried to do it that way," he said, "What shall we try next?"She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, facing him, and started her favourite bouncing movement which he had described as 'dancing on his prick', and which they both enjoyed immensely. As she bounded he reached up and slapped the sides of her breasts, then tweaked the nipples.This made her bounce higher and eventually he fell out of her. Quick as a flash she turned round and.