Alley pussy

Sandy stands in a narrow alley, her tight red dress catching the light like wet paint. She peels the fabric aside, letting her breasts spill out, nipples tightening in the cool air. One hand slips between her thighs. Her fingers work the dark hair there, parting it, finding slick heat. She rubs slow circles at first, then faster, hips rocking against her own touch. A moan slips out, low and lazy. Then she squats, knees spread. The piss comes in a hot, steady stream, splashing against the concrete between her heels. She watches it pool and run, still stroking herself while the pressure eases. When it stops, she stays low a moment longer, two fingers sliding inside, testing how wet she’s made herself. Her breath catches. The alley is empty, but her body doesn’t care.