Abby chooses to relieve herself, letting out a steady stream of golden liquid from between her parted lips
Glamorous Abby Pulls, a petite brunette with an alluring allure and captivating charm, extends her long, toned legs and spreads them wide apart, revealing her enticing, smooth and soft skin, adorned with only a tiny tuft of silky black hair at the juncture of her thighs. Her supple, satin-like skin glistens invitingly in the soft, warm light of the setting sun, as if it were beckoning onlookers to touch and caress it. Her small, perky breasts, topped with hard, rosy nipples, jut out proudly from her chest, demanding attention and admiration.
Abby’s gaze fixates on something just beyond the horizon, her emerald eyes gleaming with determination and passion. Her lips, painted a shade of red so vibrant it seems to pulse with life, part ever so slightly, revealing her pearly whites and a tongue that darts out playfully, wetting her full, luscious lips. Her attention turns inward now, as she focuses on the powerful urge building up inside her, the need to release the excess liquid that has been collecting in her bladder throughout the day.
With a deep breath, she lets go, allowing her bladder to relax and her muscles to unclench. A steady stream of warm urine flows out of her urethra, arching gracefully through the air before splashing down onto the ground between her spread legs. The liquid lands with a soft splash, creating tiny ripples that radiate outward in all directions. Abby’s face contorts briefly, her features twisting into an expression of blissful relief, as she allows the sensation of release to wash over her.
Her pussy lips, swollen and wet from arousal, part further to accommodate the flow of urine. The stream hits her engorged clitoris, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans softly, the sound muffled by her own hands as she cups her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples. The sensation is overwhelming, and she finds herself helpless to resist the urge to continue, her bladder emptying fully and completely.
When at last she’s finished, Abby’s body goes limp with satisfaction. She slowly pulls her legs together, drawing the last drops of urine back into her body. Her breathing is ragged, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter shut, and she lets out a contented sigh, savoring the feeling of emptiness and the warmth that still lingers between her legs.
As the last traces of urine disappear, Abby straightens up, adjusting her clothing and composure. Her emerald eyes open once more, meeting the admiring gazes of those who have been watching her perform this intimate act. She smiles coyly, tilting her head to the side as she lets out a small giggle. The sound echoes through the air, carrying with it the promise of more tantalizing displays to come.
