Playful pissing lesbians get wet and then lick each others clits

Title: Wet, Wild and Wanton: A Golden Shower Erotica

The afternoon sun streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation. Two beautiful women, unspeakably turned on, looked into each other’s eyes with a hunger that could only be satisfied by a certain taboo act. They had explored all the vanilla modes of lovemaking – caressing each other’s curves, swirling tongues around hardened nipples, lapping at dripping wet pussies until the cries of pleasure reached a crescendo. But today, they craved something more.

Sasha, the brazen brunette, was the first to break the silence. “Babe, I’ve been thinking…” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “About those dirty little fantasies you mentioned. The ones about water sports, about tasting each other’s golden nectar.”

Olivia, the delicate blonde, blushed at the mention. She bit her plump lower lip, precum glistening on her lengthy tongue. “You mean you want to… piss on me?” she whispered, already tingling with excitement.

Sasha wasted no time. She climbed off the bed and stripped naked, revealing her toned body, droplets of sweat clinging to her bust. “Mmm, I want to make you my bitch, my little piss-drinking slut. And I want you to do the same to me.” Her voice was commanding, laced with a dark, intoxicating eroticism.

Olivia shivered with desire, her panties already wet. She too disrobed, her milky skin contrasting beautifully with Sasha’s tanned complexion. The two erupted in a tangled mess of limbs, hands groping, bodies grinding.

Sasha positioned herself dominantly over Olivia’s petite frame, pinning her wrists above her head. “I’m going to baptize you,” Samantha declared, a mischievous glimmer in her ocean-blue eyes.

Without delay, Sasha began to urinate. The moment the warm liquid touched Olivia’s quivering body, she let out a gasp of pleasure. The stream cascaded over her breasts, carving rivulets down her torso before finally reaching her pulsating sex. Olivia’s back arched as the golden shower washed away all her inhibitions, leaving her raw and primal in her wantonness.

“Fuck, that feels incredible,” Olivia moaned, lifting her head to catch the tip of the liquid with her tongue. The taste was unique, slightly salty yet sweet, intimate yet taboo. Sasha continued to piss on her, thorough and uninhibited, until Olivia was completely drenched, her blonde locks flattened against her scalp.

“You’re an obedient little piss-drinking slut, aren’t you?” Sasha purred, releasing Olivia’s wrists. The blonde nodded vigorously, a string of urine dripping from her chin. “Now it’s your turn, angel,” Sasha encouraged, spreading her legs in invitation.

Olivia eagerly rearranged herself, kneeling between Sasha’s firm thighs. She brought her hands to Sasha’s hips, feeling the brunette tremble with excitement. “I’m going to baptize you in my golden nectar,” Olivia declared, a wicked smile on her lips.

Olivia took a deep breath, and then, just like that, the warm piss poured out of her, soaking into Sasha’s eager folds. The sensation was heavenly, the wet heat of the liquid complemented by the electric tingle of dark pleasure. It felt dirty in all the right ways – degrading yet intoxicating, intimate yet vulgar.

As Olivia continued to shower Sasha with her liquid foreplay, Sasha began to quiver in ecstasy. “Fuck, oh god, don’t stop,” she moaned, deeply lost in the sensation of the warm, slightly acrid liquid caressing her most intimate parts. She pinched and twisted her nipples, crying out as the intense vibrations pulsed through her.

Just when it seemed Sasha might reach climax solely from the taboo act, Olivia stopped pissing, much to her bewilderment. But her confusion quickly turned into gasps as Olivia – her sweet, slightly naive Olivia – dove face first into Sasha’s cum-soaked pussy, lapping at the piss and nectar with gusto.

She swirled her tongue around Sasha’s clit before dipping it into her fuckhole and shoving it in as deep as she could, moaning at the taste. Olivia’s tongue moved in undulating waves, washing away the piss until only their combined juices remained. Her hands gripped Sasha’s moist thighs, keeping the brunette spread wide while her mouth worked wonders.

The brash assault of flavor and sensation proved to be too much. Sasha screamed as her orgasm crashed through her, thighs trembling, back bowing, sloppy cream gushing into Olivia’s eager mouth. She collapsed onto the bed, spent and panting.

Sasha pulled Olivia into a passionate kiss, sharing the aftertaste of their perverse foreplay. “That was amazing,” she murmured, still reveling in the afterglow.

“Mmm, it certainly was,” Olivia agreed, nuzzling into the crook of Sasha’s neck. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

“I’m looking forward to it already,” Sasha replied, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. And just like that, the scandalous water sports session came to an end – until next time, that was.