Jennifer's face was a burning shade of crimson, her fingers trembling as she held herself open, the last dribbles of her pee escaping in shameful little spurts. The sight of her—so exposed, so vulnerable—sent a rush of dark, possessive heat through me.
My cock was already hard, straining against my pants, the need to push her further, to claim her in the most degrading way possible, overwhelming every rational thought.
Without warning, I reached for my belt, the metallic clink of the buckle echoing in the confined space. Jennifer's eyes snapped to me, her breath hitching as I freed my cock, thick and already leaking with arousal. She shook her head violently, her voice a frantic whisper. "Mike—! No, you can't—!"
But I was already stepping closer, my cock in my hand, the tip pressing against her still-dripping pussy. "Mother-in-law," I murmured, my voice a dark, commanding growl, "I also want to pee."
Before she could protest, I let go.
