Piss Fetish

In the afternoon, while i was laying on the bed,
She approached smiling, her cheeks were red.
"I want to piss in your mouth," she whispered near,
Shock and desire mixed, no words I could hear.

Silent and eager, I got up and followed her lead,
To the bathroom we went, her intentions freed.
She undressed and sat on the toilet seat,
Uncertain of what was to come, my heart skipped a beat.

"Take off your pants," she instructed with desire,
"Stroke your cock," she added, setting the fire.
Her stream began, then she rose on her feet,
"Put your mouth under me," she spoke, open and sweet.

My mouth met hers, our connection deep,
Her golden stream flowed, causing my heart to leap.
Hold it, she commanded, my mouth still full,
Anticipation building, desire reaching its pull.

Back on the toilet seat, she sat with a smile,
Her act of intimacy, a moment to compile.
As she finished, she kissed me with her tongue,
Her taste on my lips, ecstasy had sprung.

"Okay, swallow," she said, her eyes filled with delight,
I followed her order, my pleasure taking flight.
"I'm so turned on," she exclaimed, joy in her face,
Our connection binding, leaving no empty space.

On the bathroom floor, she lay and spread her frame,
"Fuck me here, and now," she called, wild and untamed.
Raw and sore, my knees met the ground,
Passion enveloped us, desire all around.

Intense it was, beyond words can express,
Sharing ecstasy, our bodies in a mess.
She came before me, in a frenzy of delight,
My pleasure persisted, my cock still upright.

"Oh, the intensity," she breathed in the haze,
Craving my touch, in a passionate daze.
"I just wanted to feel you," she confessed with glee,
In that moment, our desire set free.