**Dirty Love at Home**

F and I had been together for years, but it wasn’t until recently that we finally admitted our dirtiest desires to each other. We’d hinted, joked, but never fully opened up—until last night, drunk and giggling in bed, she whispered, *“I want to watch you piss.”* And just like that, the floodgates opened.

Tonight, we take it further.

She’s waiting for me in the bathroom, naked except for her black thigh-highs. The air is humid from the shower she just took, steam clinging to the mirror. She leans back against the counter, her pussy glistening—she’s already wet, and I can smell her.

“You ready?” she asks, biting her lip.

I don’t answer, just step forward and grab her by the waist, pressing my hard cock against her stomach. She moans, grinding against me. “I need to piss first,” I growl, and her eyes light up.

F drops to her knees, her hands sliding up my thighs. “Let me help.”

She tugs my boxers down, and my cock springs free, already throbbing. Her fingers wrap around me, stroking slowly as she tilts her head back, mouth open. “Do it,” she breathes. “Piss in my mouth.”

I don’t hesitate.

The first hot stream hits her tongue, and she moans, loud and shameless. Her lips close around me, sucking gently as I empty my bladder into her mouth. I can feel her throat working, swallowing every drop, her fingers digging into my hips. Fucking hell, it’s hotter than I imagined—her submission, the way she looks up at me with her lips stretched around my cock, taking it all.

When I’m done, she licks her lips, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading. “Now it’s my turn,” she murmurs, standing up and turning around.

She bends over the counter, her ass high, her pussy dripping. “I’ve been holding it all day for you.”

I grip her hips, watching as she starts to push. A low, breathy moan escapes her lips as her asshole pulses, and then—shit, *fuck*—a thick, warm log slides out of her, landing right into my waiting hand. The smell is musky, intimate, and my cock twitches, desperate to be inside her.

“You like that?” she gasps, pushing out more, the filth dripping between my fingers.

“I fucking love it,” I groan, smearing her mess against her ass cheeks, rubbing it into her skin. She whimpers, pushing back against my hand.

I don’t waste time. My cock is soaked in my own spit as I guide it to her cunt, sliding inside her in one rough thrust. She’s so fucking tight, her walls clenching around me as I fuck her deep, my fingers still slick with her shit.

“Oh god, *yes*,” she moans, her asshole still twitching from pushing out her load. “Fuck me, baby, *fuck me dirty*.”

I grab her hair, pulling her head back as I pound into her. Every thrust sends her tits bouncing, her moans turning into screams. I can feel her pussy squirting around me, soaking my thighs, the filthy mix of piss, sweat, and shit making everything slippery.

When I come, it’s with a groan so loud it shakes the walls. I pump her full, my cum spilling out around my cock as I grind into her. She collapses forward, panting, her thighs trembling.

F turns her head, grinning up at me, her lips swollen, her body wrecked.

“Next time,” she whispers, “I want you to shit on me.”

And fuck, I can’t wait.