My Pornhub Guy Is Back To Drink More Piss From Me

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It’s a typical day in the life of 38-year-old Tricia, a divorced MILF from Toronto, Canada. She’s just returned home from her beloved yoga class, her tight Lululemon pants clinging to her curves. As she steps inside, she notices a few messages flashing on her laptop. Her heart skips a beat – it’s from her secret Pornhub boyfriend, the one she’s been chatting with for months, the one who’s been begging her to let him over so he can fulfill his ultimate fantasy of drinking her sacred nectar straight from the source.

Tricia takes a deep breath and smiles, equal parts nervous and excited. She slides out of her yoga clothes, revealing her voluptuous body clad only in a matching lace bra and panty set. Grabbing her phone she dials his number, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He picks up on the first ring.

“Hey baby,” she purrs into the phone, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Come over, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Tricia can barely contain herself as she hears him rush to grab his keys. She quickly tidies up her modest condo, eager for his arrival. Her mind races with thoughts of what’s to come, the taboo act they’re about to partake in.

Just 15 minutes later, a knock at the door has her heart pounding in anticipation. She opens it to find him standing there, his eyes wide and hungry as they take in her barely clothed figure. “Tricia,” he breathes, “you look good enough to eat.”

She drags him inside, the door slamming shut behind them. They tumble onto the couch together, a tangle of lust and forbidden desires. His hands roam her body as their lips lock in a passionate kiss, all tongues and teeth and moans. She can feel his hardness pressing against her thigh.

Suddenly, she breaks away, a mischievous glint in her eye. She stands up, his gaze following her hungrily.

“I think it’s time for your drink,” she says, sauntering off to the bathroom.

He follows, a ball of anticipation and nerves. She pours them each a glass of white wine, then sits on the closed toilet seat, facing him. She takes a sip of the crisp Chardonnay, swallowing it down.

“Do you want some more?” she asks, pointing provocatively at her mouth.

He nods vigorously, unable to speak. She leans forward and spits her wine directly into his mouth. He swallows it greedily, his eyes never leaving hers. She grins and does it again, more wine, more spit, more forbidden essence.

Then it’s time for the main event. She spreads her legs, lifts her panties, and aims her pussy directly at his eager face. His hands grasp her thighs as she pushes her hips forward, the first golden stream of her pee arcing towards his waiting mouth. He catches it, tongue extended, and gulps down each sweet drop, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

There are no words exchanged, no need for them. Just the sounds of water splashing, of fluids being inhaled, of two people lost in a depraved moment of pure, carnal pleasure. She pees again and he drinks again, his refractory period rapidly decreasing with each swallow, his erection tenting his pants obscenely.

Finally, when there’s nothing left to give, she pulls away. They look at each other, pupils dilated with lust and disbelief. “That was…” she gasps.

“Amazing,” he finishes, running his tongue across his lips, as if he can still taste her on it.

They stare at each other for a long moment, not sure what to say, where to go from here. But then the heat between them is too much, and she’s tugging him down, panties off, kidneys braced to go. He enters her deeply, their groans intermingling as they begin to fuck with wild abandon, riding out the throes of their overwhelming, unspeakable arousal.

They climax together, her pussy clenching down on his cock as they gush out their releases. He collapses on top of her and she wraps her arms around his back, keeping him there, as they pant and tremble from the mind-blowing sex.

Afterword, as sweat cools on their flushed skin, they share a conspiratorial smile. They both know, with absolute certainty, that this won’t be the last time. The beast has been unleashed, and it won’t be sated with just a sampling. They’ll be doing this again and again, hungry for more. For now, they bask in the afterglow, savoring the delicious depravity that now binds them together.