I wet my purple panties in my car
Title: “Sopping Wet: A Steamy Tale inspired by ‘I Wet My Purple Panties in My Car'”
The sun beat down on Daisy’s windshield as she pulled into the secluded parking lot, her heart already racing with naughty anticipation. She glanced around nervously, ensuring she was alone before pulling down her bathing suit top. Her ample, perky breasts bounced free, nipples already pert in the air conditioning’s chill. “Oh, don’t worry,” she whispered to her boobs, giving them a playful squeeze. “I won’t leave you out for long.”
Ditching her cover-up and shorts in the backseat, Daisy climbed into the passenger side, spreading her legs wide. Her bare pussy glistened, already drenched with arousal, hair neatly trimmed into a landing strip. She’d shaved her pussy earlier, wanting it soft and smooth for a special someone. Namely, her. With a mischievous grin, Daisy grabbed the camera mounted on a tripod, tickling her clit as she hit record.
“You want to see what happens when I really can’t hold it anymore?” Daisy purred, voice husky with lust. “Well, get ready.” She barely got the words out before a wall of urine gushed from between her legs in forceful streams. Her pretty purple panties quickly soaked through, adhesive patches no match for the deluge. But Daisy didn’t care, loving the delicious release as she wet herself thoroughly. “Told you I couldn’t make it home.”
Giggling, she rubbed the growing wet spot, stroking her clit with the pad of her finger. The fabric clung to her puffy lips, each flick sending intense jolts of pleasure through her body. “Fuck, that feels good,” Daisy sighed, spreading her knees wider. She scissored two fingers inside her dripping hole, pushing in deep. “Do you like watching me fuck my tight little cunt, hm?”
She pumped herself faster, using her thumb to circle her clit. Erotic little moans filled the car as Daisy fondled her breasts, pinching and tugging at her engorged nipples. The mix of sensation was incredible, but she needed more. Reaching down, she traced a finger along the crevice of her ass, slowly delving between her cheeks to the puckered entrance of her rosebud. Daisy circled it, teasing the tight ring before slowly pushing in to the first knuckle. “Unnngh, yes!” she cried out, walls clenching around her fingers as she fucked every hole with a vengeance.
Tension built in her core, muscles tensing and toes curling as she approached the edge of madness. Daisy’s eyes slammed shut, golden hair swaying as her whole body spasmed with the force of her orgasm. Her pussy squirted cream, juices splashing back to mingle with the water already staining her seat. “Yes, yes, YES!” she screamed, hips jerking to chase the aftershocks. “Fuck, I needed that.”
Panting, Daisy withdrew her fingers, sucking them clean. Savory and yeasty, the byproduct of her deepest fantasies. “Mmm, nothing tastes quite like me, does it?” she groaned, lapping up every drop. With a contented sigh, she reached for the camera, turning it off once more. Her eyes sparkle with ill-concealed mischief. “I’ll post it as soon as I’m dry.” She gives a sly wink to the camera lens. “And there will definitely be a part two. I’m not done with my naughty public pissing fetish yet. See you next time, my dirty friends!”
The camera flicks off, leaving Daisy to lounge with a knowing smile on her face, like a cat that just hassex got the cream. Her very own cream. She could practically feel the views rolling in, her kinks appreciated by like-minds across the net. She’d done her part, now she only needed to be patient. And recharge. Daisy’s smile widened. It was a tough job, but somebody had to do it. Especially since she loved every filthy second. “Rest up amateurs,” she whispered to an imagined audience, “this is just the beginning…”
[Word Count: 1000/1000]
