#pk!joel

Joel lets out an unhurried sigh. His head lolls to the side. You didn't know what you were waiting for, but still stayed exactly as you were. No doubt that little snatch was leaking on his good wood floors. By the way your nipples were pebbled, and how you shifted back and forth on your hips, you were getting fed up too. How cute you looked, trying to communicate your frustration while still being obedient. There was nothing stopping you from getting up on two legs like a person with her own free will and just leaving. He loved that about you: how much you forgot your own will, and only ever cared for his.

Finally the front door opened.

"Sorry, sorry, I got distracted from the--" Tommy Miller pauses when he sees the sight in the kitchen: you sitting naked, on your haunches, between Joel's spread thighs. he had pulled a chair in the middle of the room, and behind you, another empty chair sat mirroring him.

Tommy lets out a low whistle, locking the door behind him. "Look at that." he doesn't hide his grimmace, eagerly setting his stuff down and making his way over with heavy thuds of his boots.

You bit your lower lip. Still holding eye contact with Joel, even he was amused at the sudden excitement in your posture now. No more annoyed glares and puffy grumbles. Now you were shaking with enthusiasm, your butt practically wiggling again.

"Have a seat," Joel motions to Tommy. The younger brother plops down behind you, scootching an inch closer just to get a waft of your scent. He doesn't hesitate to grasp your hair and press his nose to it, smelling you. "You smell so fine, puppy girl."

Your head tilts in his direction involuntarily, soaking up the affection as he strokes your head.

Joel snaps his fingers. Despite your desire to stay under Tommy's loving kisses, your head locks back forward towards Joel on command. Leaning forward, he spread his knees even further, his tempting bulge inching closer to your face. You swallow a gulp of saliva that threatened to drool from your lips.

The older man caresses your jaw lovingly. "Want ya to suck it real good f'me. an' tommy. just like ya always do. get us nice and pumpin, and then--"

you're already wiggling so hard, you're sitting up off your ass.

"Hey! Sitdown!" He snaps, pointing to the ground again.

you whine but obey, falling down.

"S'the point of the trainin if ya ain't gonna listen?" Joel clears his throat, watching you shake sadly but still hopeful behind those beady eyes.

"And then," he continues. "Then you need to make sure you don't waste a drop of either of us on the floor. Ya understand me?"

You nod once.

"Tongue," he commands.

You oblige, opening your mouth and faithfully sticking out your tongue. The rough pads of his finger an thumb grip your outstretched tongue, beckoning you closer. Body, mind and soul, he pulled you in. You crawl on hands and knees, getting closer and closer until his tent was pressed right against your chin.

"Breathe it in." Joel guides your head, lips gazing back and forth over his package. your tongue slobbers over the fabric. Staining it darker with your saliva, your breath shortens, teeth clattering on the need to sink your k'9s into your toy.

He helps his cock out but after that, you got what you loved: your warm wanting mouth enveloping his throbbing member like a juicy piece of meat. You suckle it in greedily.

Joel lets out a hearty growl, hissing through his teeth. He helps pull your hair back as you try to swallow more of his dick than your throat could allow, the gagging making him swell even harder.

You couldn't see behind you, but Tommy was fisting his leaking length. He wanted to make sure you were going to give him just as much attention as you always show Joel. He had started finding new excuses to get his way over here just to play with you, until Joel just told him he could come whenever he felt to use you. It was exciting for both of you: a whole new friend to play with when your master wasn't up to your energy. And judging by the puddle of your slick drooping on the floor underneath you, you were just as happy to have him here too.

Once he felt you had gotten a good rhythm, easing your head off to make sure you didn't swallow more than you could handle, Joel leaned back and let you suck leisurely. "Good girl," he whispers, closing his eyes.

You hummed contently, slobbering all over with thick, lewd sounds filling the air. Nothing brought you more joy than this. You felt like this was the thing you were so good at. Joel even told you so all the time. Filling you with praise and affection. Like you were made for this. For him.

Tommy too, knowing his eyes were on your backside as he imagined his turn next.

When you were too mindnumb to remember anything else other than the sensation of Joel's cock in your mouth, he abruptly pulls you off him. You let out a gasp of surprise.

"Uncle Tommy needs some attending to," he tells you.

Quickly, you scramble over to Tommy's own spread legs and leaking dick between them.

"Here you go, puppy girl," he hums, stroking your cheek lovingly. you swoon. You rarely get Tommy to yourself; usually Joel has to have his hands on you too, and more often than not, in the controlling way. but today, he leans back and just watches.

You lick over your lips as Tommy helps feed it to you. He slaps the tip over your tongue a few times, earning a slight giggle from your thoat.

"Be gentle, that's it, that's a good girl," he coos as it finally slides all the way in. your nose pressed to his pubic hairs, Tommy lets out a desperate croak. "You're so good at that." He says it like its the first time. Your heart swelled with pride knowing each time you took him in your mouth reminded him of your first time you used your skills to impress him.

the room fills of your sucking sounds again, along with your soft moans each time you feel him nudge the back of your throat. When his shaft was almost fully out of your lips, you quickly gulp it back down, like you weren't ready to part with your toy with each swallow. It felt wonderful having his familiar weight parting ways into your throat. His pubic hairs, unlike Joel's, smelled fresh. Like he'd just showered before coming here. Always eager to make you dizzy with his grooming. You also loved the feeling of his full balls tickling your chin. It made you a little disappointed you only had one mouth, never being able to expereince both his cock and balls inside your mouth at once.

your beady eyes peer up at Tommy's wide blown ones. His hissed through his teeth as he grinded his palm against his pelvis. "I'm gettin' there, baby, gettin' there. S'all gonna be for you." He leans down and presses a kiss to your hair. "Suck harder," he commands gently.

you brace both hands on his knees, almost baring down on his cock and assuming a position that will make it easier for you to drink. You had to resist all temptation to shove your fingers between your own legs and rub your sopping slit raw, knowing your own pleasure was secondary to Tommy and Joel's.

"Let it go, brother, she's more than ready," Joel calls out. He smirks watching how much your body practically quivers with excitement at the notion of what's to come.

Tommy raises his hips slightly, willing his body. He's still getting used to doing it without the trained instinct to hold it. The added combination of your warm and wet mouth, he imagines its like being in a pool. Everyone does it in a pool.

He looks up at Joel. Like he still needs permission to do it. Like he needs to pinch himself that he's allowed to, and its real, and there's nothing stopping him.

Finally, the first trickle of piss splashing onto your tongue, and you instantly moan. It quickly increases like a rapid hot current, and you bare down and begin swallowing. Gulp by gulp, you drink down Tommy Miller's urine like your life depends on it. The addition of his taste sent your mind spiraling, and you were convinced it was like alcohol.

He thursts his hips up ever so slightly with each powerful jet. Never once does your lips lose suction. It had been such a long time since you made a mess. Something you were very proud of.

That is, until the tight grip of Joel's fingers thread in your hair and yank your back. Instantly, before you could even swallow it, an avalanche of TOmmy's piss still piling in your mouth comes flooding out. Tommy himself couldn't stop it, his stream still striking you on your chin.

"Hey man what the fuck!" Tommy shouts, still unable to stop now that he was going. it splashed all over your chest and down your tits, puddling at the floor between your legs.

"You took too long," Joel grunts before turning your head and shoving his cock into your mouth.

you're still gasping, feeling Tommy's piss on your back just as Joel's stream surprises your tongue. You choke repeatedly, cheeks bulging and Joel's hot liquid, bitter and salty, starts overwhelming you. You sputter around his thick member. His pee forces its way out over your cheeks and chin but you quickly try to get back to a rhythm of swallowing repeatedly.

"ah ah, wasting Tommy's," Joel reminds you.

You let out a defeated whine, pulling off Joel. it didn't stop him from continuing to piss all over your naked body as you desperately reached out to put Tommy back between your lips. Back and forth you went, trying your hardest to catch up but they didn't let up. A cascade of urine was always on you despite swallowing the other up. Eventually you had to stop from both, fisting their cocks in each hand. Breathing heavily, you cry as their streams mingled on your forehead, dripping all over your body and staining you with filth and failure.

Your throat hurt from how much swallowing you had to do. Eyes burned from the aroma of piss all over your face. Pussy throbbing from neglect. Skin warm but quickly cooling from the downpour of piss all over you.

Joel shakes his head disappointedly, and it was the look that you knew: he knew you couldn't handle this. Knew you'd get so carried away relishing in what a good girl you are that you'd forget your place. Just so he had a reason to 'keep up your training'. It was cruel, but it was typical Joel. He never let you think you learned enough. He dribbles out the last droplets from his tip before tucking himself back in his pants. "Now who's gonna clean all this shit up on my nice floors."

You let out a whimper, your eyes pleading. Without missing a beat, you bend down low until your lip was half an inch from the ground. then, you begain licking up the pool of Miller piss that had stilled all around you. One way or another, all their liquid gold was going to end up inside your belly. Even if it meant licking every ounce of it off the floor.

Joel smirks, rubbing your head. "Now that's my good bitch."

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You certainly weren’t protesting adding another client to your morning rounds.

“I have your pills here, and your breakfast will be waiting for you downstairs. Do you need help with getting your clothes on today?”

You’re busy shuffling his dirty clothes into your laundry basket. He bites his tongue when you grasp his cum-stained underwear, but you show no sign of noticing it before sticking it in with the rest.

“Ah, you know what? I think… yeah honey, if you wouldn’t mind it?”

This wasn’t the first time Joel needed help getting ready in the morning. You’d seen him stripped further of clothing a dozen times now. The last few, he called after you for some fresher underwear, dropping his boxers right into front of you. Claiming they were too cold, needing some warm hands to rub them up before he could stick them on. Old men get cold temps, he always said.

Joel did not look as old as he acted. The first time you saw his limp thick cock bobbing between his legs, you’d nearly dropped the cup of tea you were carrying for him. He was built like a working man, a hunter, a survivor. Perhaps looks were deceiving, you convinced yourself. He’d bared through it all: maybe life was catching up to him.

You were proud to be looking after him.

You help him sit up in his bed. He lets out a loud groan. “Easy there, pop,” you say, your hand planted firmly on his shoulder.

“Thank you, babydoll. I know you’re probably sick n’tired of me gettin’ worse each day…”

You shake your head. “Of course not!”

“M’gettin too old. S’lucky I have a gal like you around.” He pinches your chin with his thumb.

You feel your cheeks warm at the compliment. “I’d be happy to assist you with any task you need.”

Joel raises his brow. “Anything?”

“Absolutely.”

Noted.

It takes less than 2 weeks for Joel to go from asking you to help rub his back to sooth the ache in his loins. 

“Honestly? It’s not the first time I’ve been asked,” you admit sheepishly.

Much to his astonishment, you had almost zero hesitation to agree to helping him jerk off. in fact, you were already steadily massaging his cock through his pants. “They other guys couldn’t get it up as easily without some warm hands getting them started.” 

Joel’s cock springs free, leaking and stiff as a rock as it throbs a heathy amount of pre cum.

You tut slightly, glancing at him. He shrugs with a teasing expression. “S’always been that way, I guess.”

You work him over like a fucking magician. He can’t even keep his eyes open to watch as you pump both fists over his length, working his dick expertly. “Fuck sweetheart, those hands…” he groans, sighing contently. “You’re so good at this.”

“Thanks. The other guys don’t last as long as you do.”

“Can’t imagine why,” he exhales, leaning back and sinking further into your touch . 

You were amazing, truly. It was like you were just making bread or folding clothes. A tinge of jealously floods Joel at the idea you had been practicing on so many men before this, taking advantage and using your skills for their selfish gain.

His chest tightens as you pick up your pace. you feel burly hands quickly grasp your wrists, slowing you down. “Like it …like edgin’ it.” He guides you to a new pace, pulling himself just before paradise so he can continue to watch you.

“What if—“ he swallows as your thumb swipes over his tip “—if I wanted you full time? I’m not…feeling’ myself lately.”

You jerk his cock steadily as you tilt your head. “Your vitals show all healthy and normal for your age—“

“For morale,” he says, his voice getting quiet. You can see the way he avoids your gaze. “I get… feeling’ awfully lonely lately. My kid all grown up… got no one left to warm the house. Company.” He slots his tongue between his lips as he focuses on the grip you have on his base. “You make such a… sweet companion in the house. F’my old soul.” 

You let out a slight giggle. “I think I can manage that. You’re not so bad to take care of.”

He smirks broadly. “Fuck angel, put some spit on it, make it sloppy—m’close—“

You gather a generous load of saliva before drooling it over his cock, the warmth of it spread over your fingers and down his shaft as you pumped more firmly.

His hips can’t upward into your palms before he lets out a silent cry, stilling in your hands. Warm spurts of his seed shoot up, hitting your chin and then spilling onto your chest, dribbling down your cleavage. you do your best to ignore it, to focus on his pleasure like its your job, because it kind of is.

“Oooohhhh babydoll,” he groans, falling back to the bed. He eases the pace of your hands to slow calming strokes again. Your hands are covered in his cum as well as your shirt.

“Messy old man,” you tease. 

He swipes the bit of cum still on your chin and pushes his finger into his mouth. “M’sorry made a mess of ya. Too pretty to be covered in old man cum.” Though, the way his eyes hungrily racked down your tits then back up, he didn’t believe that for one second.

You wash your hands before bringing a warm towel to clean him up before tucking his softening cock back in his underwear. 

“Will that be all, Mr. Miller?”

No, come curl up on my lap and let me suck on those fat milkers till I fall asleep— “That’ll be all,” he says instead. “Thank you, sweet pea.”

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“AUUGGGGRHHHH!!!”

You drop everything and run up the stairs, two at a time, then burst into Joel’s bedroom. “What’s wrong? What happened??” You ask, immediately rushing to his assistance. he was still in bed, the cover half overturned but his body wreathed in pain.

His hand was curled under his torso. “My fuckin—this damn back,” he groans, letting out an annoyed, tense breath. “I rolled to get up and—Jesus doll, I can’t get up…”

“Don’t move, lie back down and relax,” you coo, helping to shift a spare pillow under the small of his lower back. “I’ll bring you your meals and everything. I want you to stay in bed and rest today.” You go to shift the blanket back on, but he stops you.

You look up at him.

“Ah I—I’m embarrassed to admit it…I can’t… I need to…”

“What do you need Joel? I can get it for you.”

He lets out a chuckle, rubbing your hand with his thumb. “Oh babydoll, if only it were that simple. No I.. I need to get up—“

But you plant your hand firmly on his chest. “You’re not going anywhere. Now you tell me what you need right now or I’ll—“

“Need to relieve myself, sweet thing,” he sighs with reddened cheeks, avoiding your gaze.

You blink. “Oh...right.”

“Just a leak. Been full of all those liquids you gave me last night, and it feels like a damn might’a burst out of me any second now.” He attempted to sit up but lets out another devastating groan, finally falling back in bed defeatedly. “Shit.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got something!” You turn and grab a bucket from the closet. “You can just go in this and I’ll dump it for you.”

Joel sighs. “I can’t—that’s… too embarassin’ f’me.”

You put your hands on your hips. “It’s just me, I won’t tell a soul.”

“No baby I can’t , don’t make me do that. Then it’ll splash and spill over the bed and floor n’ make a whole mess of things. You wouldn’t make me sleep in my piss soaked sheets now, would you?” He pleads.

You feel a twinge of sympathy. “I’m sorry Joel, I don’t know what else to do… I don’t want you moving a muscle and—“

“You ate breakfast today yet?”

You pause. “Um... no, not yet.”

“Well that’s mighty fine alright. I don’t suppose…” his eyes gesture to you then to the floor next to his bed.

“I don’t…?” you weren’t quite sure he was proposing.

“Those lips look awfully soft, bet they got a good suction. I seen the way you chug water too when ya thirsty, so I don’t think you’d make a mess of it…” he begins.

The realization hits you, and you have to stop yourself from making a visceral reaction. “Oh um, Joel I … I can’t do that , that’s—“

He shifts uncomfortably. “Doll I ain’t got much else a choice, I’m struggling to hold as is.”

Youre stood dumbfounded on the spot, with no time to even weigh what the hell was happening.

“Please? You said you’d do anything’ f’me, baby I need you real bad right now.” He flutters those pretty lashes over his sparkly brown puppy orbs at you. 

You don’t know how, but your body moved on its own accord. You were practically hardwired to never refuse the needs of those who were incapable of helping themselves, no matter what it took.

But never in a million years did you anticipate this ‘need’ putting you on your knees by his bedside as Joel pulled out his length. It was still limp, but that didn’t stop the way it throbbed towards you.

“If it gets hard … just-uh, don’t choke,” he says awkwardly. “N’remember: you can’t spit it out. Don’t want your clothes or the bed getting soaked. Keep those lips air tight.”

He says it as if you were learning to play the clarinet. you inhale a big breath before nodding. “I—I’ll do my best.”

He rotates onto his side and pets your cheek below. “I know you will. You always do, my sweet good girl.”

It would feel better to hear such words if he weren’t already forcing his tip to your lips. You part them and accept his member, and no sooner did the warm of your mouth engulf him that he was already leaking. You had no time to react but to swallow around his cock as a flood of urine filled your mouth. No time to react to the disgusting taste before forcing it down your throat with the first gulp, then another. On instinct, you grasped the base of his cock to hold steady.

“Oooooohhhhhh bbabyyy,” he whines lowly, eyes fluttering closed as he relieves himself into your warm wet mouth.

There’s so much of it, you’re struggling to swallow fast enough. Joel Miller’s hot piss fills your cheeks repeatedly before begin forced down your gullet, bobbing in your throat from the sheer volume of it traveling to your stomach.

You squeeze your eyes closed, tears threatening to spill.

“Breathe through your nose, sweetheart,” he reminds you. You do as he says, remembering to swallow repeatedly as fresh air enters your lungs. 

After a few dozen swallows, the taste isn’t too bad. He had slotted further back into your mouth so that it wasn’t squirting on your tastebuds, allowing you to swallow more quickly. It was like drinking a water hose with no off switch. His stream was steady, bitter, acidic, incredibly hot, and never wavering. Jesus, how much can a man piss in one morning? 

It didn’t help that his member was getting thicker. It filled up more of your mouth, taking more room. You suctioned your lips tight around his girth. You were going to do this through and through. Not a fucking drop spilled. You focused on your breathing, in and out.

His stomach expanded with each satisfying hum he let out. “You’re doin’ so good f’me. I can’t believe how talented your mouth is.” He mumbles something like ‘I always knew’ but you barely catch it. Gulping his urine down was taking all of your concentration. the room was filled with the sound of liquid going down your esophagus. Your position was starting to feel uncomfortable. Knees began to ache. You sifted your hand to your belly and almost gasped: it had started to really get heavy and rounded, as if you’d just had a full breakfast.

Three minutes felt like a lifetime, but Joel Miller had a lot to give. You could finally feel it ebbing a bit. He gently placed his palm on the back of your head, preventing you from leaving the suckle of his cock too soon. You could tell from the way his stomach tensed that he was forcing as much out as possible, making sure to get his use out of you. spurts of pee shot to the back of your throat. You gladly sucked it all down, now having conquered the worst of the challenge.

It almost came as a surprise when the first shots of semen mingled over the urine. Thicker and less salty, but in no less quantity, you hummed around his thick cock and swallowed it along with the rest. Perhaps a bit more enjoyably so, as both you and Joel’s moans harmonized in the air with your sucking and gulping.

“That’s it—that’s enough,” he finally let you go.

You almost had to force yourself to pull away. His cock slipped out of your mouth, a trail of saliva coating his hard length to your lips. 

You sputter out a cough, breathing in through your mouth for the first time. It takes you a moment with a hand on the mattress to steady your breathing, getting oxygen to your brain in larger batches. Its also the first time you’re conscious of the slick that pooled in your underwear.

When you lean back, Joel watches you, transfixed, as you cup your inflated belly. The skin was stretched taut. It had started to pudge out from your poor shirt that couldn’t stay strained over it anymore. You rubbed it soothingly, listening to the way it bubbled and sloshed full of his hot piss. 

“You’re a dream, sweet pea, absolute dream,” he whispers. True to your word, you didn’t spill a single drop anywhere. You beamed proudly despite the drunk feeling in your mind. Your head swayed, eyesight hazy. The heft in your belly didn’t help either. Not until Joel offered his hand in front of you. You put yours in his as he assists you up. with a hand still wrapped around your bloated tummy, you stare at one another.

“Um, are you…was that…?”

“It was just right, beautiful. Just what I needed.” He plants a kiss right on your naval. “Thank you.”

You nod. “Okay, you just keep resting. I’ll be…downstairs if you need anything again.” And with that, you bowed out the room. The audible sound of your jostling tummy echoing in the room with each footstep until you were gone.

Joel falls back into bed. Unable to swipe the big grin on his face, he claps his hands together in the air.

He has no difficulty jumping up to his feet from the bed and walking naturally to the bathroom to wipe his limp dick clean with a tissue. 

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He closes his eyes when you clench your walls around his cock. “N-no. I don—“

“You do.” You drag your thumb across his pouty lower lip, back and forth until his drool dampens your fingertip. “You love it. You love me.”

“I love you,” he gasps. The admittance from his own lips has him thrusting up into you with more vigor. 

You let out a shaken moan. “And…and…fuck baby that’s it…you’d do anything… for me?”

“Anything,” he repeats. His pupils are so blown black, transfixed by your attention. Joel’s mind slips. Control fades each minutes he’s with you until you’re sucked out every sense in his brain and left nothing but the addictive trail of your overwhelming presence. 

“So when I tell you to wait,” you growl, squeezing his hair tighter. “To bark. Skip. Kiss. Fever. Devote.”

“I do.”

You nod, eyelids fluttering as he fucks you deep and precise. His own pleasure only mounts as yours ascends. 

“Joel—“

“I caAn’t—!”

“Fucking wait!” You whimper, riding him harder, tits bunched in his face. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Please baby—please cum!” He whines out, breath harsh in his throat.

You squeeze around his dick as hard as possible before climaxing, releasing the pent up moans in your throat as you spasm.

“Oh-f-f-fuuuck—baby—I can’t—I can’t!” He pleas turn into babbles as you keep rocking your hips over and over again, extending your orgasm. Your hip keeps crushing his pelvis, and its only a moment he holds control before—

His mouth drops, brows tightly knitted across his forehead as he starts to piss inside your cunt.

“JOEL.”

His lips open and close, but no words come out. The only sound is the tight hiss of his urine pouring into your crowded pussy, trapping inside like a plug with his balls nestled tight against your entrance and ass.

It’s warm and wet and hot. Immediately addictive, especially how he shakes in embarrassment and pleasure underneath you.

“M—m’sorry—m’so sorry baby—I couldn’t — I can’t—you feel too good—I had to—“

He starts sobbing, burying his face into your chest. All the while still letting out harsh pants as he pisses harder into you. You can both feel it building in your stomach, leaking down your and his thighs and onto the couch. You giggle in bliss. It feels fucking amazing despite his cries.

“I love it, Joel,” you reassure him, cupping his face. 

He looks wrecked, bloodshot eyes and drooping lips. You can feel each pulse he lets out, the twitch of his dick spurting the last of his hot liquid into you. “Piss harder.  I want to feel it.”

He blinks for a moment. but then obliges, muscles tensing under you before he’s forcing a squirt of piss he still had in him.

You laugh out loud, moaning. “That’s it baby—that’s so fucking hot—do you feel pathetic?”

He rasps, fucking your squelch pissed soaked pussy again. “Y-yeah—yes—!”

“Ah huh? You’re a fucking mess. Aren’t you sorry? Making this disgusting fucking mess inside me.”

“M so sorry baby please. I’m fucking disgusting—please I’m so sorry—please let me—“

“Let you cum?”

He shakes his head. 

“Let me do it again.” 

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His eyes trail down to where your persperation drips down your throat, between your breasts and to your naval. he would drink it if he could reach.

He's so distracted until he hears you huff, slowing your movements. your eyes look hazy, the back of you hand swiping across your forehead as you take another deep breath.

He immediately reaches for the bedside table to retrieve a half drunk water bottle. You feel his hand grip around your waist tightly, forcing you to stop your movements.

"Drink. now," he commands gently. "Sweatin' it all out."

He watches intently as you tilt your head back and chug the contents. Your esophagus flexing with each audible gulp. It makes him stiffen even harder inside you. You looked like a goddess, dripping in a glowy halo above him.

You had only taken a few sips before trying to stop. But Joel had other ideas. His fingers traced up your hot skin, tilting the bottle still up so that its contents continued to drain into your stomach, regardless of your gurggled surprise.

"That's it," he hums, sucking his tongue. "Suck it all down. Just like my good girl."

You let out a sigh before crinkling the now empty bottle and tossing it to the floor to join the rest.

"Better?" he teases. Joel doesn't care for the answer--taking it upon himself to start thrusting up to you slowly again.

you moan desperately. hips swiveling, you rock against hi, hips crashing together until the thick slap of skin resonates in the room again.

Joel's stomach curves inward each time his tip breaches your deepest walls. He couldn't tell if the fluids between your bodies were slick, water, or sweat. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the high the two of you had been chasing for some minutes now. Like there was nothing else anyone can do in this heat wave but fuck it all out.

"Joel," you whimper warningly. "I think--I need--"

"Ah huh--yeah baby?"

"I can't-- I need--" you couldn't finish your words, letting out another gutteral moan as he hits your g spot with his tip.

"You gonna cum baby? Cum all over my cock, that's it, that's my girl--ride it till ya soakin me--want it all--c'mon baby give it... give it to me," he grunts. Teeth clenching, Joel pistons his hips expertly into your soft gummy insides that has you seeing stars.

But what Joel thought was going to be your orgasmic tightening sesation was instead a looser feeling. You had tensed up, but then relaxed, releasing yourself. And quite literally, as a stream of liquid had burst around his cock and leaked generously down to his torso, soaking the bed underneath. The stream was powerful, keeping his cock hot and drowned.

"Oh FUCK--fuck baby jesus fucking christ!" He growls, watching you piss all over him, his dick still buried inside. It was too good, too much to control himself. His feet planted firmly on the mattress, Joel immediately began wildly thrusting up into you. A burst of urine squleched out with each breach, splatters of it painting his chest in a golden shower. trickles of it shot up to his open mouth, uncaring. It tasted of heaven as he felt fire in and around his loins, pleasure consuming the both of you. "FUck-fuckin hell. Fuck yes angel, pissin' all over me like a fuckin' nasty cunt--fuck me--fuck me baby that's so hot--you're so hot--" he whines at the last part, head tossed back with his hands puncturing your waist.

Thrusting and grinding, groaning and crying, the two of you fucked madly until everything was drenched in your urine. He only slowed when the hissing subsided, and the ooze of his thick white creamy spent mixed in the pool gathering around his bellybutton.

He swallows. The salty tang of many body fluids clung to his tastebuds. When his eyes flashed open, he could see your gaze pointed hungrily down to his post orgasmic haze, tongue darting across your lips.