Feelgood

Candy leans back, spent, wearing a faint smile. The wet patch on the floor tells the real story. She rode her dildo until the urge hit, and the flood came right after. Nothing polite about it, just pure release. Her piss arcs out in a bright stream, glinting like water catching sunlight. Each drop lands with a soft tap on the tile. Her full breasts heave while she keeps the toy buried deep, thighs trembling. No shame, only pleasure that spills over.