After a wild night, I found myself unable to hold my pee in my panties. As I laid on the bed, I let it flow, reveling in the sensation.
As the heat of passion overtook me, I found myself unable to resist the primal urge to relieve myself. My cock swelled with anticipation, eager to leave its mark on the soft fabric of my panties. The thrill of the forbidden, the rush of adrenaline, and the intoxicating scent of my own arousal combined to create an unstoppable force. I surrendered to the ecstasy, letting my hot stream flow freely onto myself, soaking my panties in the process. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and naughty excitement that left me breathless. The sight of my wet panties, a testament to my wild desires, only fueled my arousal further. This was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a celebration of my sexual prowess and the freedom to express it in the most daring way possible.
