Read Novel Full Chapter 399: Confiscated Panties, Dripping Cunt
Chapter 399: Confiscated Panties, Dripping Cunt
"Fuuuck... piss on my dick, Angela... soak that fat cock while I fuck your thighs..." I groaned, thrusting shallowly between her clamped legs as the hot stream poured over me—steaming piss cascading down my length in thick, pulsing rivers, coating every vein, dripping off my heavy balls in sticky ropes that splattered the leaves below.
The heat was obscene—her urine scalding my skin, making my cock jerk and throb harder inside the tight channel of her thighs.
Her pussy clenched visibly with each push—inner walls fluttering through the translucent lace, labia quivering around my cock as piss sprayed out in wild arcs, misting our thighs, the tree bark, even speckling my abs.
Her clit swelled bigger against my piss-slick tip—pulsing, throbbing like a heartbeat under the relentless pressure of my cockhead grinding into it. Every spurt made her nub jump, piss ricocheting off it in fine sprays that soaked her inner thighs further.
"God... your piss is so fucking hot on my clit... it’s making my cunt throb... don’t stop rubbing that fat head on my swollen button..." Angela moaned, voice cracking, desperate to stay quiet.
She bit down hard on my shoulder—teeth sinking deep through my shirt into muscle, muffling a scream as her stream strengthened into a thick, gushing torrent.
"Mmmph... fuck... Dexter... your cock’s grinding my piss-soaked clit... I’m gonna cum if you keep pissing on it like that... nghhh... bite me harder so I don’t scream..."
I relaxed my bladder in response. "Take my piss too, you filthy piss-whore," I snarled against her ear.
"Feel my hot stream pounding your clit while your cunt drenches my dick." A powerful jet burst from my tip—thick, forceful piss spraying directly onto her engorged nub, hammering that sensitive pearl like liquid fingers.
The golden flood ricocheted off her clit in wild sprays, soaking the lace further, trickling down to mingle with hers in a steaming, filthy puddle between our feet. Her clit pulsed violently under the assault—swelling even more, throbbing visibly as piss pounded it, making her thighs quiver and clamp tighter around my cock.
"Fuuuck... your piss is fucking my clit... it’s so hot, so nasty... my pussy’s clenching around your cock like it wants to milk every drop..." Angela whimpered into my shoulder, voice muffled and broken, hips bucking wildly to grind her sopping cunt harder against my thrusting length.
"Don’t stop... piss harder on my swollen clit... make me squirt my juices with your urine... nghhh... I’m trying so hard not to moan loud... Mira’s gonna hear me cumming on your cock..."
I rocked my hips faster—fucking the tight, piss-slick channel of her thighs, my cock sliding back and forth through the hot flood, the head grinding mercilessly into her clit with every stroke.
Her labia fluttered around the cock through the lace—inner folds sucking at me, clit jumping and pulsing under the dual piss-streams, her whole pussy quivering as the last of her urine tapered to lazy, dripping spurts. My own stream slowed to thick ropes—coating her clit in final, heavy pulses that made her shudder violently.
Angela sagged against me, panting, thighs trembling, panties utterly ruined—drenched in both our piss, clinging transparently to her swollen, red clit and puffy lips.
My cock stayed trapped between her thighs for one last, lingering moment—slick and glistening with our mixed piss and her thick cunt-juice, veins pulsing visibly under the torchlight, head still flared dark purple and leaking fresh pre-cum into the filthy, steaming mess coating her inner thighs.
The combined fluids dripped in slow, heavy ropes from my shaft, splattering the leaves below with wet plops, the musky scent of urine and aroused pussy thick enough to taste on the air.
Angela finally eased her thighs apart with a shaky exhale, a final trickle of her piss sliding down my length before my cock bobbed free—glistening, rock-hard, strings of piss-juice connecting the tip to her soaked lace like obscene spiderwebs.
She stepped back half a pace, chest heaving, heavy tits rising and falling, nipples stabbing through her top like diamonds. Her eyes—dark, glassy with lust—locked on my dripping dick, then flicked up to my face with that signature slutty look: lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them, cheeks flushed, a wicked little smirk curling despite the bite-mark bruising her own shoulder.
"Hm..." she purred, voice still husky from muffled moans, reaching down to wrap her fingers around my slick shaft. She gave it one slow, filthy stroke—milking another fat bead of pre-cum to the slit—before guiding the still-throbbing length back toward my open zipper.
"Let’s go back... otherwise your little beauty Mira might come looking for us... wondering why her ’protector’ is taking so long to help his wife piss."
She tucked my cock away with teasing care, zipping me up slowly, her knuckles brushing the sensitive head one last time. "Heh... poor thing’s probably clenching her thighs out there, imagining what we just did."
I caught her wrist before she could pull away fully. With my other hand, I hooked two fingers into the waistband of her drenched black lace panties—still clinging transparently to her swollen pussy lips—and yanked them down in one rough tug.
The soaked fabric peeled away from her cunt with a wet, sucking sound, strings of piss and juice stretching before snapping. Angela gasped, thighs instinctively clenching, but I already had them off—crumpled, warm, dripping in my fist.
"What the—Dexter?!" she hissed, eyes wide with shocked arousal, voice cracking between surprise and filthy excitement. Her bare pussy was now fully exposed under the torch beam—swollen outer lips puffy and dark pink, inner folds glistening with a thick sheen of her own juices and our piss, clit still engorged and protruding like a needy little button, a final droplet of urine clinging to the hood before it fell. Her pubic hair was matted and dark, slick trails running down her inner thighs. "You’re insane... give those back!"
I stuffed the ruined panties deep into my pocket—warm, wet lace pressing against my thigh like a secret trophy. "I confiscated them," I said, voice low and dark, stepping close so my body blocked the torchlight from hitting her fully exposed cunt.
"You’re gonna be bare pussy now, Angela. No panties. No hiding that dripping, piss-soaked slit. Hee hee... don’t let Mira notice."
Angela’s breath hitched—half protest, half moan. She glanced down at her naked lower half, then back up at me, eyes sparkling with that dangerous mix of outrage and horniness.
"You bastard... You want me walking back with my cunt out? Lips all swollen and shiny, clit throbbing, pussy leaking down my thighs for anyone to see?" She bit her lip, thighs rubbing together once—smearing the slick mess further.
"Fuck... that’s so dirty. What if Mira sees? What if she realizes I’m naked under here... no panties, just dripping cunt-juice and your piss still trickling out of me?"
I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Then she’ll know exactly what kind of slut my wife is. And maybe... just maybe... she’ll start wondering what it feels like to have her own panties taken. To walk around bare, pussy exposed, clit aching, while I watch."
Angela shivered hard—nipples tightening further, a fresh bead of her arousal sliding down her inner thigh. "You’re evil... I’m already so fucking wet again. My clit’s still pulsing from your cock grinding it... and now I have to walk back with nothing on underneath? Every step’s gonna rub my bare lips together, make my pussy lips kiss and slide... fuck, Dexter, I’m gonna leave a trail."
I grabbed her ass—fingers digging into the plush cheeks, spreading them slightly so the cool night air kissed her exposed asshole and dripping slit. "Good. Let it drip. Let Mira smell it when we get close. Let her see how my wife’s cunt looks after getting pissed on and fucked with cock between her thighs."