The morning sun filtered weakly through the grimy window of the cramped apartment bathroom, casting a hazy glow over the tile floor speckled with toothpaste splatters and forgotten hairs. Josh slumped against the cool porcelain of the toilet, his head pounding like a jackhammer against his skull from the remnants of last night's bender. The air was thick with the stale scent of booze-soured breath and the faint tang of vomit that lingered in the bowl, his stomach still roiling as he hugged his knees to his chest. His dark hair was a messy tangle, sweat-dampened from the hangover chills, and his broad shoulders slumped under a faded T-shirt that reeked of cheap beer. Every breath came in shallow rasps, the world spinning in a nauseating blur, but he was too wrecked to move, his mind a foggy void where thoughts dissolved before they could form.

Outside the door, Hanna's desperation had reached a fever pitch, her bladder throbbing like a overfilled balloon ready to burst. She hammered on the bathroom door with a frantic fist, the sound echoing sharply in the narrow hallway, but when no response came, she couldn't wait any longer. "Josh, I can't hold it!" she gasped, her voice high and strained as she twisted the knob and shoved the door open. The cool air hit her overheated skin like a slap, and without a second thought, she hiked up her oversized sleep shirt— the soft cotton bunching around her waist to reveal her curvy hips and the dark thatch of untamed hair between her thighs. Her brown eyes were wide with urgency, her curly dark hair disheveled from tossing in bed, and she stepped over Josh's sprawled legs without hesitation, her bare feet padding on the cold tiles. "Sorry, sorry, I have to go," she muttered, her voice breathless as she lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her plump ass cheeks spreading slightly against the cool rim.

The moment her pussy made contact with the seat, a torrent of relief unleashed from her, a hot stream of piss gushing out with a forceful hiss that filled the small room. Hanna let out a long, shuddering moan, her head tilting back as the pressure finally eased, waves of ecstasy rippling through her lower body. Her legs, still shaky from the urgency, parted wider almost involuntarily, the muscles in her thighs relaxing as the golden stream arced out, splashing audibly into the water below. From his vantage point on the floor, Josh's bleary eyes snapped open at the sound, his hangover fog lifting in an instant as he took in the explicit sight before him. There it was, her unshaven cunt on full display, the dark curls framing the swollen lips that pulsed with each spurt of urine. The stream was thick and steady, glistening under the dim light, droplets splattering the inside of the bowl, and the raw intimacy of it hit him like a shot of adrenaline. His cock twitched in his boxers, stirring to life as he stared, transfixed, at the way her pussy lips quivered and contracted, the wet folds parting slightly to reveal the pink flesh beneath, all slick and exposed.

Josh's breath caught in his throat, the nausea forgotten as a rush of blood surged southward, his dick hardening into a full, throbbing erection that strained against the fabric of his shorts. He could see every detail—the way her pee flowed out in a forceful jet, the faint glistening of moisture on her labia, the subtle clench of her asshole just visible below. It was vulgar, primal, and utterly captivating, sobering him up faster than any coffee could. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of shock and forbidden arousal flooding his veins, his mind racing with filthy thoughts he hadn't dared acknowledge before. "Holy shit," he whispered under his breath, his voice hoarse, as he felt precum dampen the tip of his cock, the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced with each passing second.

Hanna's eyes fluttered open only after the last drops trickled out, her body still humming with relief, but then reality crashed in like a tidal wave. She glanced down and saw Josh staring right at her, his gaze locked on her exposed pussy, and a hot flush of embarrassment seared her cheeks. "Oh my God, Josh!" she yelped, her voice cracking as she scrambled to her feet, her thighs slick with a mix of urine and her own sudden arousal. In her haste, she grabbed a handful of toilet paper, wiping roughly at her cunt— the soft tissue brushing over her swollen lips and through the wiry hair, sending unintended shivers up her spine. But as she tried to bolt, her knee lifted awkwardly, slamming into his jaw with a dull thud that sent him reeling backward onto the floor, his head cracking against the tiles. "Fuck, I'm so sorry!" she cried, her face burning as she hovered in the doorway, but then her eyes darted down to the obvious tent in his shorts, his hard cock outlined clearly, the fabric stretched tight over the thick shaft and the bulging head. The sight made her pussy throb anew, a warm wetness building between her legs, turning her on in a way she hadn't expected—the thought that her peeing had gotten him erect was both mortifying and intoxicating.

As she pulled the door shut, Hanna paused for one last glance, her heart racing as she confirmed the reality of his erection, the way it pulsed against his pants like a beacon of raw desire. Her mind spun with a cocktail of shame and excitement, her nipples hardening under her shirt as she retreated to her room, the image of his hungry stare burned into her thoughts.

Josh lay there on the cold, unforgiving tiles, his head throbbing from the impact of her knee against his jaw, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the firestorm raging in his mind. His erection still pulsed insistently in his shorts, the fabric soaked with precum that had leaked out in sticky beads, forming a damp patch that clung to his shaft like a second skin. He stared up at the ceiling, the fluorescent light buzzing faintly overhead, replaying every second of what he'd just witnessed—Hanna's thick stream of piss gushing from her swollen cunt, the dark curls framing her lips as they quivered and contracted with each release. God, it was filthy, the way her piss had splashed into the bowl, the acrid scent lingering in the air, mixing with his own musky arousal. His balls ached with unspent need, heavy and full, pressing against the seam of his boxers, and he couldn't help but wrap a hand around his cock through the material, giving it a tentative squeeze that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. Shame twisted in his gut, a sharp pang that made his chest tighten, because he knew he shouldn't have looked, shouldn't have gotten hard from something so private, so raw. Yet the guilt only fueled the heat, his mind flooding with images of her plump ass settling on the toilet, her thighs spreading wide to expose that glistening slit, and he groaned softly, his hips bucking involuntarily as he imagined tracing his fingers through those wet folds.

After what felt like an eternity of lying there, the tile's chill seeping into his back and grounding him in the moment, Josh forced himself to sit up, his jaw throbbing with a dull, persistent ache that he ignored, pushing it aside like an annoying fly. The bathroom still smelled of her— that sharp, earthy tang of urine mixed with the faint sweetness of her skin— and it made his dick twitch again, the head now slick and sensitive, begging for attention. He stripped off his shorts, his cock springing free and standing at full attention, thick veins bulging along the shaft as it bobbed in the air, precum dripping from the slit like a leaky faucet. Stepping into the shower, he twisted the knob, the water blasting out in a scalding rush that quickly turned lukewarm, cascading over his body and washing away the sweat and stickiness from his hangover. The steam rose around him, fogging the glass, and as he tilted his head back under the stream, letting it soak his messy hair, his hand wandered down to his erection, wrapping around it with a firm grip. He stroked slowly at first, his fingers sliding over the hot, rigid flesh, imagining it was Hanna's hand instead, her small fingers tracing the length, feeling the way his balls drew up tight against his body. The water sluiced over his skin, mimicking the flow of her piss, and he bit his lip, pumping faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pictured her cunt up close, the dark lips parting for him, inviting him to bury his face in that mess of curls and lap at the remnants of her release. His orgasm built like a storm, his hips thrusting into his fist, the wet slapping sounds echoing off the tiles, until he came with a guttural moan, ropes of thick cum spurting out and swirling down the drain, his body shuddering with release that left him weak-kneed and panting.

All the while, in her room down the hall, Hanna paced the floor, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and illicit excitement, her nipples still pebbled against the thin fabric of her sleep shirt, rubbing painfully with every step. She couldn't shake the image of Josh's bulge, that massive outline straining his shorts, the way it had jerked as if alive when her eyes locked onto it. Was it really from watching her pee— that vulnerable, humiliating moment— or had he been hard before, maybe from some other fantasy? Her pussy throbbed at the thought, a fresh wave of wetness seeping between her thighs, making her clench involuntarily as she flopped onto her bed, the sheets cool against her overheated skin. She slid a hand under her shirt, cupping her small tits, pinching the hard buds of her nipples until she gasped, the sensation shooting straight to her core. God, what if he liked it? The idea made her squirm, her fingers trailing down to her cunt, feeling the slick folds that were still damp from earlier, not just from pee but from the arousal that had built unbidden. She rubbed circles around her clit, slow and deliberate, imagining Josh's eyes on her again, his cock throbbing just for that— for the sight of her pissing, the golden stream pouring out. Her ass clenched at the memory, and she reached for the drawer beside her bed, pulling out a small, smooth buttplug, its cool metal teasing her fingers. She bit her lip, debating, before pressing it against her tight hole, the pressure building as she worked it in, inch by inch, the stretch making her moan aloud. It felt so fucking good, that fullness deep in her ass, making her pussy clench around nothing, and she wondered if Josh would ever want to try something like that, to feel her toy his ass or let her watch him get off to her dirtiest secrets.

By the time Josh got home that evening, the apartment was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun filtering through the blinds, and there she was, Hanna, perched on the couch with her legs tucked under her, her curly hair tied back in a loose ponytail that framed her flushed face. She looked up as he walked in, the door clicking shut behind him, and her voice cut through the quiet like a knife: "We need to talk about something." Josh froze, his keys still in hand, the weight of the day—meetings, emails, the lingering haze of his hangover—crashing down on him as he met her gaze. Guilt hit him like a punch to the gut, his mind flashing back to the bathroom, to her exposed cunt and the way he'd stared like a starved man. "Hanna, I'm so sorry about this morning," he blurted out, dropping his bag by the door and shuffling closer, his face burning. "I shouldn't have looked— I mean, you needed privacy, and I just... I should have gotten up and left, or at least turned away. It was shitty of me." His voice cracked, the words tumbling out in a rush, his broad shoulders slumping as he stood there, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Hanna cut him off with a wave of her hand, her brown eyes locking onto his with a mix of nervousness and determination, and she patted the spot next to her on the couch. "Sit down, Josh. It's all good from this morning—I mean, it happened, and we're both adults. But I just need to know something." He hesitated, then sank onto the cushion beside her, the warmth of her body radiating toward him, making his skin tingle. She shifted closer, her knee brushing his, and he caught a whiff of her shampoo, that familiar floral scent mixed with something earthier that sent a spark straight to his dick. "Did you get turned on from watching me pee?" she asked bluntly, her voice steady despite the blush creeping up her neck. Josh's heart raced, his mouth going dry as he looked away, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "Hanna, come on, that's not— I mean, it was just... unexpected, you know? Let's not make this weird." He tried to laugh it off, but she wasn't having it, her eyes narrowing as she pressed on. "Was it the peeing, or something else? Be honest, Josh. I saw how hard you were." He shifted uncomfortably, his cock stirring in his pants at her words, the memory of her stream making his balls tighten. "It's nothing, really," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze, but she kept at him, asking if he'd always been like that, if it was a kink, her questions probing deeper until he felt cornered, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and growing arousal.

Finally, Hanna sighed, her hand landing on his thigh, the touch electric, and she leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Okay, how about this— I'll share one of my fetishes with you, and then you tell me yours. Deal?" Josh's breath hitched, his eyes widening as she continued without waiting for a response. "I love buttplugs. Like, really love them. The way they stretch you open, that full, throbbing feeling deep in your ass— it's intense, Josh. I wear one sometimes just to feel it all day, the way it rubs against everything inside, making me wet and ready. It's like a secret thrill, you know? The pressure builds until I'm fingering my cunt or rubbing my clit, imagining someone watching me, just like you did this morning." Her words painted a vivid picture, and Josh could almost see it— her on the toilet, that plug buried in her tight hole, her piss flowing while her ass clenched around it. The crudeness of it hit him hard, his dick hardening fully in his pants, the bulge obvious now as he shifted. Emboldened by her confession, the raw honesty in her voice breaking down his walls, he swallowed hard and met her eyes. "Alright, fine. I've always had a thing for watching women pee. It's... fuck, it's the vulnerability of it, the way it's so private and messy. Seeing you like that, your cunt all exposed and that stream shooting out— it just drove me wild. I couldn't help it." The admission hung in the air between them, charged with tension, his heart pounding as he watched her reaction, her lips parting in surprise and something deeper, her hand still on his thigh, inching higher as the room seemed to grow hotter, their shared secrets igniting a spark that neither could ignore.

Hanna's hand on his thigh inched higher still, her fingers tracing light circles on the fabric of his jeans, sending sparks of heat straight to his hardening cock as the silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken possibilities. She finally broke it, her voice soft but steady, laced with a vulnerability that made her brown eyes shine. "Thanks for being open with me, Josh," she said, a tentative smile curling her lips as she squeezed his leg gently, the pressure of her touch making his breath hitch. "I appreciate it more than you know. So, what do you think we should do now? We don't have to dive into anything right away—just knowing each other a little better like this... it's already kind of freeing, isn't it?"

Josh sat there, his mind whirling like a storm, the confession still echoing in his ears as he fought to process the raw energy buzzing between them. Her words hung in the air, but he could barely form a coherent response, his thoughts tangled up in the vivid image of her on that toilet, her piss streaming out in a golden rush that had left him aching. He stared at the floor, his broad shoulders tense, the weight of his arousal making his dick throb insistently against his zipper, a bead of precum already forming at the tip. Hanna tilted her head, studying him with a furrowed brow, her curly hair falling forward to frame her face. "Hey, you're awfully quiet over there," she said, her voice taking on a playful edge. "What are you thinking about right now?" He managed a weak smile, shaking his head as if to ward off the intensity. "Hanna, you don't wanna know," he replied, his tone light but edged with nervousness, his cheeks flushing as he shifted on the couch, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

She frowned, her lips pursing in that determined way he knew meant she wasn't letting it go, her hand sliding a fraction higher on his thigh until her fingers brushed the seam of his jeans, dangerously close to where his cock strained for release. "Oh, come on, Josh—I do want to know. We're past the point of holding back, aren't we?" Her eyes locked onto his, unyielding, and he felt the last of his defenses crumble under that gaze, the heat in the room amplifying every sensation. "Okay, fine," he admitted, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as his heart hammered in his chest. "I'm thinking about you... with a buttplug. Like, using one, the way you described it earlier. It's just... stuck in my head now." The words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered, and he watched as a small chuckle escaped her, her shoulders shaking with genuine amusement, the sound light and teasing.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, the floral scent of her shampoo mingling with something deeper, muskier that made his balls tighten. "Do you want to hear a secret?" she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur that sent a shiver down his spine. He nodded, swallowing hard, his eyes wide as she continued, "I've got one in right now—sitting here with it buried deep in my ass, stretching me out, making me feel so full and throbbing with every little move." Josh's face turned beet red, his eyes bulging in shock as the words sank in, his cock jerking violently in his pants, a fresh wave of precum soaking through the fabric. He stared at her, mouth agape, the image flooding his mind: her tight hole clenching around that smooth plug, the pressure building inside her as she sat there so casually. Hanna smirked, clearly enjoying his reaction, her lips curving into a wicked grin as she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. "So, do you want to see it?" she asked, her voice dripping with mischief, and his eyes lit up like fireworks, a eager nod escaping him before he could think twice.

Hanna let out a soft giggle, shaking her head as she wagged a finger at him playfully. "Hold on, nothing's free, Josh. If you want that sneak peek, you've got to answer a few questions first." She paused, her hand lingering on his thigh, teasing him with the promise of what was to come, her own breathing growing shallower as the tension built. "First off, have you ever used my underwear to jerk off?" The question hit him like a thunderbolt, his face burning hotter as memories flashed through his mind—of sneaking into the laundry, wrapping her soft, lace-trimmed panties around his throbbing shaft, stroking himself to the scent of her cunt lingering on the fabric. "Yeah, I have," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, the admission making his dick pulse with shame and excitement. Hanna's eyes widened, and she let out a triumphant yell, "I knew it! Oh my God, I totally knew it—you sneaky bastard!" She laughed, the sound mixing with a husky undertone that only fueled his arousal, her hand pressing firmer against his leg as if to anchor herself.

She didn't give him a moment to recover, her questions coming in a relentless wave that had his head spinning. "Alright, next one: Have you ever seen me naked before today?" Josh hesitated, his mind racing back to that fleeting moment months ago, when he'd accidentally walked in on her changing, catching a glimpse of her small tits hanging free, their dark nipples peeking through the dim light. "I... yeah, I caught a glimpse of your boobs once while you were changing," he admitted, his voice cracking as he recalled the way they'd jiggled slightly, so perky and inviting even if they were modest in size. Hanna burst into laughter, a genuine, carefree sound that echoed through the room, her hand clapping over her mouth for a second before she replied, "Yeah... not much to look at, right? They're kind of small, but hey, they've got their charms." Her words were self-deprecating but laced with a flirtatious edge, and he could see the way her nipples hardened beneath her shirt, poking against the fabric as if begging for attention. Finally, she circled back, her tone turning more seductive, her eyes darkening with desire. "And last but not least, did you jerk off after seeing me pee this morning?" He froze, his throat tightening as he tried to dodge the question, but she leaned in, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper as she described it vividly. "Come on, Josh, imagine this plug in my ass—it's this sleek, black thing, all shiny and tapered, stretching my tight hole wide, the base nestled right between my cheeks, making me drip wet just thinking about it. You want to see how it's pressing in there, don't you? How it's making my pussy clench with every breath?" The graphic detail pushed him over the edge, his resistance crumbling as his cock throbbed painfully, a low groan escaping him. "Fine, yeah, I did—I jerked off in the shower, thinking about your cunt and that stream of piss."

With a satisfied smile, Hanna rose from the couch, her movements slow and deliberate, the subtle shift of her hips hinting at the plug buried deep inside her. She stood directly in front of him, the fading sunlight casting a warm glow over her curvy figure, and without another word, she bent over, positioning her ass right in front of his face, the fabric of her pants stretching taut over her plump cheeks. The scent of her arousal hit him first—a heady mix of musk and sweetness that made his mouth water—as she hooked her fingers into the waistband and slowly tugged down her pants, revealing the thin strip of her thong nestled between her ass crack. She paused for a heartbeat, letting the anticipation build, then slid the thong down as well, the material peeling away from her skin with a soft whisper. Her ass was on full display now, those thick, round cheeks begging to be grabbed, and she reached back with both hands, spreading them wide to expose the plug. It was exactly as she'd described—sleek and black, the metal base glinting under the light, lodged firmly in her tight, puckered hole, which clenched rhythmically around it. The sight was obscene, her asshole stretched taut around the toy, the skin flushed and glistening with a hint of moisture, while just below, her pussy lips were swollen and slick, a trail of wetness dripping down her thighs. Josh's breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes locked on the erotic display, his cock straining so hard it hurt, prepping leaking freely as he imagined pulling that plug out and replacing it with his fingers, or better yet, his throbbing dick plunging into that forbidden tightness. The room filled with the sound of her soft moans as she held the position, the plug shifting slightly with her movements, teasing him mercilessly.

Hanna flexed her ass cheeks deliberately then, a slow, deliberate clench that made the sleek black plug shift inside her, the base wobbling slightly as it pressed deeper for a heartbeat before sliding back out to its original spot, the tight ring of her asshole stretching and contracting around the toy like a greedy mouth. The movement sent a ripple of pleasure through her core, her pussy clenching in response, a fresh gush of wetness trickling down her inner thighs, the slickness cool against her heated skin as she held the position bent over in front of him. She glanced over her shoulder, her brown eyes locking onto Josh's face, seeing the way his gaze was glued to her exposed hole, his pupils dilated with raw hunger, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts that made his chest heave under his shirt. "Like what you see, Josh?" she purred, her voice husky with arousal, the words dripping with tease as she wiggled her hips just a fraction, making the plug jostle again, the obscene sight of her stretched asshole and the swollen lips of her cunt on full display, begging for more attention. His eyes flicked up to meet hers, transfixed and wide, the bulge in his pants twitching visibly as if it had a mind of its own, and she could see the conflict and desire warring in his expression, his lips parting in silent awe.

He nodded enthusiastically, a fervent bob of his head that made his messy hair flop, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as if restraining himself from lunging forward right then. Hanna let out a light, giggly laugh, the sound playful and intoxicating, her cheeks flushing deeper as she felt the power of his eagerness wash over her, her own body responding with another involuntary clench around the plug that sent a jolt of electric pleasure straight to her clit. "Alright, you naughty boy," she whispered, her voice laced with mischief, "if you want to play with it, go ahead—give it a soft tug. Just be gentle; it's got me so fucking full right now." Her words hung in the air, charged and filthy, and Josh leaned in closer without hesitation, his face inches from her ass, the musky scent of her arousal hitting him like a wave—earthy and sweet, mixed with the faint tang of her earlier wetness that still clung to the air. He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing the cool metal base of the plug, feeling the slight vibration from her body's grip on it, and with a gentle pull, he tugged it just enough to make it budge, watching in mesmerized fascination as her asshole stretched wider, the tight pink ring pulling outward, the toy emerging a fraction before snapping back in with a wet, sucking sound that made his cock throb painfully in his pants.

Hanna moaned at the teasing sensation, a low, guttural sound that echoed through the room, her body arching involuntarily as the plug's movement rubbed against her inner walls, the stretch igniting a fire deep in her ass that radiated outward, making her pussy lips swell even more, droplets of her slick juices dripping freely now, splattering softly onto the floor between her feet. "Oh fuck, that feels good," she breathed, her voice trembling with need, encouraging him with a wiggle of her hips as he tugged again, softer this time, his fingers gripping the base more firmly, pulling it out just a bit further so he could see the tapered shaft emerging, shiny with her body's natural lube, her asshole clenching and releasing around it in rhythmic pulses that looked almost hungry, the skin around it flushed a deep red from the pressure. Each pull made her gasp, her thighs quivering as the toy stretched her open, the fullness ebbing and flowing, a delicious torment that had her picturing his fingers replacing it, plunging into her tight hole while his thumb rubbed her clit, the thought making her moan louder, her hands gripping her own ass cheeks harder to hold herself steady. Josh was entranced, his breath hot against her skin as he watched the plug slide in and out with each gentle tug, the wet squelch of it moving inside her driving him wild, his own cock leaking precum in thick beads that soaked through his jeans, the fabric sticking to his shaft like a second skin, every sensation amplified by the raw intimacy of the moment.

He tugged a third time, then a fourth, each one a little bolder, pulling the plug further out to reveal more of its glistening length, the stretched rim of her asshole looking so invitingly tight that he imagined how it would feel to press his thumb against it, to feel that heat and resistance, but before he could lose himself completely, Hanna straightened up suddenly, a sharp intake of breath signaling the end of the game as she let go of her cheeks and reached down to pull her thong and pants back up, the fabric snapping into place with a rustle that covered her ass and the plug once more, leaving him staring at the clothed curve of her hips. Josh blinked in confusion, his hand still hovering in the air where the plug had been, his mind reeling from the abrupt halt, his cock aching with unfulfilled desire as he processed the loss of the view, the room suddenly feeling colder without her exposed flesh in front of him. "Wait, what—why'd you stop?" he stammered, his voice thick with frustration and bewilderment, his eyes searching her face for answers, the flush on his cheeks deepening as he fought the urge to reach out and pull her back.

Hanna turned to face him fully, a playful glint in her eyes as she crossed her arms, her lips curving into a teasing smile that made her look both innocent and devilish, her breath still coming in shallow pants from the lingering pleasure. "Oh, come on, Josh, you know nothing's free around here," she said, her tone light but firm, her gaze dropping to the obvious bulge in his pants, the way it strained against the fabric like a caged animal. "I've shown you my pussy twice today—once on the toilet and just now—and now you've gotten an eyeful of my asshole too, all stretched and throbbing around that plug. But what's in it for me? I've only seen an outline of that big dick of yours, and that's just not fair." She stepped closer, her hips swaying with a deliberate sway that made the plug shift inside her again, eliciting a soft whimper from her lips as she reached out to trace a finger along his chest, her touch electric through his shirt. "So, if you want more—like, say, to keep playing with this," she added, patting her ass lightly, "you've got to give me something in return. Take off your pants, Josh. I want to see that cock of yours, all hard and ready like it is right now."

He hesitated for a split second, his heart pounding in his chest, but the command in her voice and the heat in her eyes were too much to resist, so he fumbled with the button of his jeans, his fingers clumsy with nerves and excitement as he undid them and shoved them down his thighs, the rough denim pooling at his ankles. Hanna's eyes widened at the sight of his boxers, the thin material stretched taut over his erection, the dark wet spot from his precum making it clear just how hard he was, his shaft thick and pulsing, the head pressing insistently against the fabric like it was about to burst free. "Damn, you're rock hard," she murmured, her voice dripping with approval, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she stepped even closer, her body heat radiating against him. "Don't stop there—take off the underwear too. Let me see that big, throbbing dick properly." Josh obliged without a word, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and sliding them down, his cock springing free at last, standing tall and rigid, the veined shaft flushed a deep red, precum glistening at the slit like a pearl of liquid desire, his balls heavy and drawn up tight beneath it, aching for release.

Hanna moved in even closer, her breath mingling with his as she reached out, her fingers hovering just above his throbbing length for a moment, the anticipation making his entire body tense. "Can I touch it?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper, her eyes locked on his as she waited for the nod that came instantly, eager and desperate. Without another word, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, her grip firm but gentle, her fingers sliding along the hot, silky skin, feeling every ridge and vein as she stroked him slowly, the slickness of his precum coating her palm and making the motion smooth and wet. "Fuck, it's so thick," she breathed, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, smearing the precum around in circles that made him groan, his hips bucking involuntarily toward her touch, the sensation of her hand on him sending shockwaves through his body, her other hand coming up to cup his balls, weighing them in her palm, feeling their heavy fullness as she continued to stroke, her movements deliberate and teasing, drawing out every bit of pleasure as the room filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of her hand working his cock.

Hanna's hand slid up and down Josh's throbbing cock with deliberate, unhurried strokes, her fingers slick with his leaking precum that coated the hot, rigid shaft in a glossy sheen, making every movement feel like velvet over steel. She could feel the veins pulsing under her grip, thick and prominent, as her thumb circled the swollen head, smearing the sticky fluid around the sensitive tip, drawing out a low, involuntary groan from his lips. His balls, heavy and warm in her other hand, twitched with every upward pull, the weight of them making her own pussy clench in sympathy, the plug in her ass shifting slightly with the motion of her arm, sending sparks of pleasure through her core. As she worked him, her brown eyes finally lifted to meet his, locking onto that flushed, wide-eyed stare full of raw need, and a sly idea blossomed in her mind, a way to draw him deeper into this game of confessions and rewards. "Hey, Josh," she murmured, her voice low and husky, laced with the same teasing rhythm as her strokes, "tell me something—am I the first woman you've ever seen pee with your own eyes? Like, for real, not just in some video?"

Josh's breath hitched, his hips bucking slightly into her hand as the question hung in the air, his mind reeling from the combination of her firm grip and the vulnerability she was forcing to the surface. He stared down at her, his messy hair falling over his forehead, sweat beading on his skin as the confession tumbled out in a rush, his voice rough and unsteady. "Yeah... yeah, you are. I've only ever seen it in videos, you know? Late at night, alone, jerking off to that shit, but I've never... fuck, I've never told anyone about it. It's always been this secret thing, something I couldn't share." The words spilled from him like a dam breaking, the honesty raw and exposed, and as soon as they left his lips, Hanna's eyes sparkled with approval. Without a word, she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his throbbing dick, and ran her tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft, starting from the base where his balls hung heavy and tracing all the way to the leaking tip. The wet, flat stroke of her tongue dragged through the slick precum, tasting the salty, musky essence of him, her lips parting slightly to flick at the sensitive ridge just beneath the head, the sensation making Josh throw his head back and moan loudly, a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the room, his cock twitching violently in her hand as pleasure shot through him like lightning.

Hanna pulled back just enough to look up at him again, her lips glistening with his fluids, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she savored the power she held in that moment. "Good, you understand the game now," she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction, her hand still working his shaft in slow, teasing circles, the wet sounds of her palm gliding over his skin filling the air. "The more you answer, the more we get to do, and the more honest the answer, the better the reward. So let's keep going—do you have any other kinks, Josh? Something you've never told anyone about?" Her strokes paused for a brief second, her fingers tightening just enough to keep him on edge, her eyes searching his for the truth, but when he hesitated, his face flushing even deeper as he shifted uncomfortably on the couch, she stopped altogether, her hand still wrapped around his base but unmoving. "Come on, don't clam up on me now," she said firmly, her tone a mix of playful scolding and genuine insistence, her own arousal building as the plug in her ass throbbed with every breath, making her thighs press together. "Remember the game—if you hold back, we stop. I want all of it, Josh."

He groaned in frustration, his cock pulsing in her grip, the denial of movement making his balls ache even more, the pressure building to an almost painful level. "Fine, fuck, yes I do," he admitted finally, his voice strained and breathless, his hands clenching the cushions as if to ground himself. "I've always gotten off on doing stuff in public, you know? Like, the risk of getting caught—fucking in a park, or in a car where anyone could walk by and see. It's the thrill, the fear mixed with the heat, making everything feel so fucking intense." The confession poured out of him, raw and unfiltered, and Hanna's eyes lit up with excitement, her hand immediately resuming its strokes, but this time she took it further, leaning down again and wrapping her lips around the head of his dick, sucking gently at first, her tongue swirling over the slick, swollen tip, tasting the fresh bead of precum that oozed out. She bobbed her head just a little, taking him deeper into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, the suction pulling at his sensitive skin as she hummed softly, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his shaft. His moans grew louder, his hips thrusting upward involuntarily, the feeling of her tongue lapping at him driving him wild, but after a few agonizingly slow sucks, she pulled back with a wet pop, a string of saliva and precum connecting her lips to his tip.

"This is the last question for now, but I need total honesty, Josh," she said, her voice breathy and thick with desire, her fingers still tracing lazy circles around his base as she looked up at him, her cheeks flushed and her nipples hard against her shirt, the plug in her ass making every shift feel like a tease. "What do you want to do to me right now? Tell me everything." His eyes met hers, the floodgates opening as the words rushed out in a heated torrent, his cock throbbing in her hand as he let his fantasies spill free. "Fuck, Hanna, I want to bend you over and bury my dick in that tight cunt of yours, pounding into you until you're screaming, then flip you over and eat you out, licking your swollen lips and that messy hole until you're dripping all over my face. And your ass—God, I want to pull that plug out and replace it with my fingers, stretching you open while I fuck your pussy, then slide my cock right into that tight asshole, feeling it clench around me as I thrust deep, making you cum over and over again until we're both soaked in sweat and cum. I want to use every hole you've got, make you beg for it, fill you up and watch you squirt, then do it all again."

Hanna smiled wide, her body humming with the explicit imagery he'd painted, her pussy throbbing and wetter than ever, the plug in her ass feeling like it was pulsing in time with her heartbeat. She let go of his dick reluctantly, the shaft glistening and twitching in the air, begging for more, and stood up slowly, her legs a bit shaky from the arousal coursing through her. Without another word, she turned and started walking toward her bedroom, her hips swaying with each step, the fabric of her pants rubbing against the plug and making her gasp softly. "Well, then," she called over her shoulder, her voice laced with promise, "your reward is this way. Come on, Josh—let's see if we can make those fantasies real."

Josh followed Hanna down the hallway, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest, his cock still rock-hard and bobbing with every step he took, the shaft slick from her earlier touch, a trail of precum dripping down to his thigh. Her words echoed in his ears, a siren call that had his mind racing with all the filthy possibilities she'd just teased, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sway of her hips, the way her pants hugged the curve of her ass, the plug inside her making her walk with a subtle, enticing wiggle that drove him wild. They reached her bedroom door, the wood creaking as she pushed it open, the air inside warm and laced with the faint scent of her perfume mixed with something deeper, more primal—the same earthy musk from earlier that made his balls tighten. Without a word, Hanna turned to face him in the dim light filtering through the curtains, her brown eyes meeting his with a mix of nervousness and hunger, and she reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up slowly over her head to reveal her small tits, the dark nipples already hard and begging to be touched, the soft curves of her curvy body on full display as she let the fabric drop to the floor. Josh's breath caught, his gaze tracing every inch of her— the way her curly hair framed her flushed face, the gentle swell of her hips, the faint sheen of sweat on her skin— and he quickly stripped off his own shirt, the fabric sticking to his damp chest, before fumbling with his jeans still bunched at his ankles, kicking them off entirely so he stood there naked, his thick cock jutting out like a spear, veins bulging and tip glistening.

Hanna bit her lip, a shy smile playing on her lips as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, sliding them down her thighs with a deliberate slowness that had Josh's pulse racing, revealing the thin strip of her thong still clinging to her soaked pussy lips, the fabric darkened by her arousal. She stepped out of them, standing there in just the thong for a moment, her body on full display for the first time, her curvy ass cheeks plump and inviting, the plug's base barely visible between them, pressing against the material. Josh's eyes roamed over her greedily, taking in the sight of her small tits rising and falling with her breaths, the dark thatch of hair peeking from the edges of her thong, the way her thighs quivered slightly, still wet from the earlier tease. He stepped closer, his hands itching to touch her, and with a gentle push on her shoulders, he guided her back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight as she landed on her back, her legs dangling over the edge, eyes wide with anticipation. "You're so fucking beautiful, Hanna," he murmured, his voice rough with desire, as he dropped to his knees in front of her, the carpet rough against his skin, his face level with her thighs. He reached up, hooking his fingers into the sides of her thong and tugging it down, exposing her unshaven pussy in all its glory—the dark curls framing her swollen lips, already glistening with her juices, the scent of her arousal hitting him like a wave, musky and intoxicating.

Hanna's breath hitched as the cool air hit her exposed cunt, her thighs instinctively trying to close, but Josh was faster, his hands firmly spreading her legs wide, revealing the full length of her slit, the pink flesh peeking through the thick hair, her clit already peeking out, swollen and begging. "Wait, Josh—I've never shaved down there, it's kinda—" she started, her voice laced with embarrassment, her cheeks burning, but he cut her off without a word, leaning in and dragging his tongue slowly up the full length of her pussy, from the base where her juices pooled to the top, tasting the salty tang of her arousal mixed with the faint remnants of her earlier piss, the coarse hairs brushing against his lips as he lapped at her. She gasped, her hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the messy strands as he dove in deeper, his tongue flattening against her folds, tracing every ridge and curve with deliberate strokes, the wet sounds of his mouth on her filling the room. He sucked on her clit then, pulling it between his lips with a gentle pressure, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub, feeling it pulse under his touch, her moans growing louder, her hips bucking involuntarily. Not content, he slid a finger into her tight cunt, the warmth and wetness enveloping him, her walls clenching around the digit as he curled it upward, searching for that spot that made her cry out, all while his tongue kept working her clit, lapping and sucking in rhythm with her body's responses—the way her back arched, her breaths turned to whimpers, her thighs trembling around his head.

He listened intently, feeling the way her pussy gripped his finger tighter with each lick, her moans escalating into desperate cries as he added a second finger, stretching her open, the slick sounds of his digits plunging in and out mixing with the obscene slurps of his mouth on her. Her body was a map he followed religiously, thrusting his fingers deeper when she ground against his face, slowing to tease her clit when her breaths hitched, building the pressure until she was a writhing mess on the bed, her small tits jiggling with every movement, nipples hard as rocks. "Oh fuck, Josh, don't stop—right there, yes!" she screamed, her voice breaking as her orgasm crashed over her, her cunt spasming around his fingers, juices flooding his hand and dripping down to the bed, her body convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure, the plug in her ass amplifying every sensation, making her clench and release in rhythmic pulses. Panting, she barely had a moment to recover before he pulled back, his face slick with her essence, his cock throbbing painfully as he rose up, positioning himself between her legs, the head of his dick nudging against her soaked entrance, the heat of her cunt radiating against him. He paused for a second, meeting her eyes, then slowly pushed in, inch by inch, feeling her tight pussy stretch around his thick shaft, the wet warmth enveloping him, her moans turning into a long, drawn-out whimper as he filled her completely, his balls pressing against her ass.

Hanna's hips rose to meet his as he started to move, his thrusts rhythmic at first, slow and deep, pulling out almost entirely before sliding back in, the friction of her unshaven lips against his shaft sending jolts of pleasure through them both, the room echoing with the wet slaps of skin on skin, her pussy making obscene squelching sounds with every penetration. "Fuck, you're so tight, Hanna—so fucking wet," he groaned, his voice strained as he picked up speed, his hips snapping forward harder as her moans grew louder, her nails digging into his back, urging him on. She slid a hand down between them, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing frantic circles around the swollen nub while he pounded into her, the combination of his cock stretching her cunt, the plug filling her ass, and her own touch proving too much. Her body tensed, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice, and suddenly she was cumming hard, her juices squirting out around his shaft in powerful jets, soaking his groin and the bed beneath them, her screams echoing off the walls as her hips bucked wildly. Josh couldn't help but laugh, a breathless, awed chuckle at the sight and feel of her squirting, the warm spray hitting his skin, but Hanna's face flushed with embarrassment, her voice cutting through her gasps. "Shut up, you asshole—don't you dare stop," she panted, her words laced with a mix of shame and desire.

Grinning, Josh obliged, thrusting harder now, his cock slamming into her with forceful rhythm, the head pounding against her deepest spots, making her moan anew as she resumed rubbing her clit, her fingers slippery with her own mess. "Take it, Hanna—fucking take it," he growled, his balls slapping against her ass with each drive, the plug in her shifting with the impact, heightening her pleasure until she was cumming again, her cunt pulsing around him, her body shaking uncontrollably. Breathless, she pushed at his chest, mumbling, "Stop for a sec—let me turn over," and he pulled out reluctantly, his dick glistening and throbbing in the air as she flipped onto her hands and knees, her ass presented to him, the plug still lodged deep, her pussy lips swollen and dripping. "Fuck me like this," she demanded, glancing back at him with hungry eyes, and he positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips as he plunged back in, his cock sliding into her slick cunt with ease, the new angle letting him go deeper, his thrusts fast and unrelenting now, her moans blending with the creak of the bed. He felt his own climax building, his balls drawing up tight, and as he gasped, "I'm gonna cum, Hanna," she quickly ordered, "Pull out—I'm not on birth control," so at the last second, he yanked free, his cock erupting in thick ropes of cum that splattered across her plump ass cheeks, the hot fluid coating the base of the plug and trickling down her thighs, his body shuddering with release as he collapsed beside her, both of them panting in the afterglow.

Hanna glanced over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto the mess he'd made—thick ropes of his cum splattered across her plump ass cheeks, some of it clinging to the base of the buttplug like glossy pearls, while the rest trickled down toward her swollen pussy lips in slow, sticky rivulets. She let out a light, giggly laugh, the sound bubbling up from her throat with a mix of amusement and satisfaction, her body still buzzing from the aftershocks of their frantic fucking. "Was that reward worth it, Josh?" she asked, her voice husky and playful, her brown eyes sparkling as she watched his chest heave with each panting breath, his cock softening slightly but still twitching with the remnants of his release.

Josh propped himself up on one elbow, a lopsided grin spreading across his face as he took in the sight of her—her curvy hips flushed from their exertion, her unshaven cunt still glistening with a mix of their fluids, and that obscene trail of cum decorating her ass. "Fuck yeah, it definitely was," he replied, his voice rough and sincere, a low chuckle escaping him as he reached out to trace a finger along her thigh, feeling the warm, slick residue of their passion. But before he could say more, Hanna shifted, pushing herself up from the bed with a soft groan, her muscles aching in the best way from the pounding he'd given her. "Alright, stud, I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick and wash this cum off my ass—it's starting to get sticky and gross," she said, glancing back at him with a mischievous wink, her curly hair a tousled mess around her face. "But you stay right there, Josh; I'm not done with you yet. Not by a long shot." She stood, her legs a little wobbly, the plug still snug in her ass shifting with every step, making her bite her lip as a fresh wave of pleasure rippled through her.

Josh looked up at her from the bed, his eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and lingering desire, his cock already starting to stir again at the thought of what might come next. "Uh, what should I do in the meantime?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of playful uncertainty, his gaze drifting down to her body as she bent to grab her discarded thong from the floor. The thin fabric was still damp from her earlier wetness, the scent of her arousal clinging to it like an intoxicating perfume. Hanna straightened up, twirling the thong around her finger with a teasing grin, then tossed it at him lightly, the material landing on his chest with a soft thud. "Here, you can use this to stay hard," she said, her tone dripping with flirtatious crudeness, her eyes lingering on his half-erect dick as it twitched at the suggestion. Josh caught the thong, letting out a hearty laugh that filled the room, the sound warm and genuine, as he held it up, feeling the silky wetness against his palm. "Oh, man, you're serious? That's fucking wild," he said, shaking his head in amused disbelief, but the idea already had his balls tightening, his mind racing with the memory of her taste and scent.

By the time Hanna returned from the shower, the warm water having rinsed away the sticky cum and left her skin flushed and fresh, she found Josh exactly where she'd left him—lounging on her bed, his back against the pillows, one hand wrapped around his thickening shaft as he stroked it slowly with her thong. The fabric was wrapped around his cock like a makeshift toy, the damp lace gliding over his veined length, his precum seeping through and making the material glisten in the dim light, a low groan escaping his lips as he worked himself. She paused in the doorway, her towel dropped to the floor, her naked body on full display—her small tits rising with each breath, her curvy ass still bearing the faint outline of the plug she'd removed, and her pussy lips still puffy and slick from the water. "Look at you, you dirty fucker," she purred, stepping closer with a sly smile, her eyes fixed on the way his hand moved, the wet sounds of the thong sliding over his throbbing dick filling the air. "So, Josh, are you willing to try something I've always wanted to do?" she asked, her voice low and eager, a flush creeping up her neck as she climbed onto the bed beside him, her thighs brushing against his leg.

Josh laughed, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through his chest, his strokes pausing for a moment as he met her gaze, his cock pulsing in his hand. "Yeah, isn't that the whole point of us doing this? Let's hear it—I mean, after what we just did, I'm game for anything," he said, his words laced with excitement, his free hand reaching out to squeeze her hip, feeling the soft warmth of her skin. Hanna's eyes lit up, her breath quickening as she pushed him gently onto his back, his head hitting the pillows with a soft thud, his dick standing tall and ready, still wrapped in her thong. "Okay, lay there and don't move," she instructed, reaching into her nightstand drawer and pulling out a small, pink vibrating egg, its smooth surface cool and promising in her palm. She climbed on top of him in one fluid motion, straddling his chest and positioning her pussy right in front of his face, the dark curls framing her swollen lips, her scent hitting him like a wave—musky and intoxicating, making his mouth water. "What I want is for you to eat my ass out while I have this vibrating egg stuffed in my pussy," she explained, her voice trembling with anticipation, as she slowly pulled the buttplug from her tight hole, inch by inch, the slick, tapered shaft emerging with a wet, sucking sound, her asshole stretching wide before clenching shut, leaving it pink and glistening. Then, without breaking eye contact, she pressed the egg against her entrance, pushing it inside with a deliberate moan, watching as it disappeared into her cunt, the device nestling deep, her inner walls gripping it tightly.

Hanna flicked the switch on the egg, a low hum filling the room as it began to vibrate inside her, the sensations making her thighs quiver, her pussy clenching around the toy as she hovered just above Josh's face, her asshole exposed and inviting, still slightly gaped from the plug. "Is that clear? I'll ride your face, and you lick my ass until I cum," she breathed, her words crude and direct, a smirk playing on her lips as she saw the hunger in his eyes, his breath hot against her skin. "Are you ready for this?" Josh nodded eagerly, his voice muffled as he said, "Fuck yeah, I'm definitely ready," his hands gripping her hips to pull her down. She lowered herself slowly, her asshole meeting his mouth with a soft press, and he started tentatively, his tongue flicking out to trace the tight ring of muscle, tasting the faint saltiness and warmth, circling the puckered entrance before pushing inward, the tip of his tongue delving into her depths, feeling the velvety insides clench around it. Hanna moaned loudly, grinding down on his face as she turned the vibration higher, the egg buzzing intensely inside her pussy, sending shockwaves through her core, her juices dripping onto his chin as she rode him harder, her ass flexing and relaxing with each thrust of his tongue. He lapped at her with increasing fervor, his nose buried in the folds of her cunt, the vibrations from the egg making his lips tingle as he probed deeper, his hands spreading her cheeks wider to expose more, the wet sounds of his tongue plunging in and out mingling with her escalating cries, her body trembling as the pleasure built to a fever pitch.

She bucked wildly against him, turning the vibration to its highest setting, the egg rattling inside her with a furious hum that made her pussy contract violently, her asshole squeezing around his invading tongue as if milking it, waves of ecstasy crashing over her in relentless surges. "Oh fuck, yes—tongue my ass deeper, you bastard," she screamed, her voice raw and broken, her small tits bouncing as she ground down, the pressure in her core exploding into a shattering climax, her cunt gushing around the egg, juices flowing freely over his face as her asshole pulsed around his tongue, the vibrations amplifying every spasm until she was shuddering uncontrollably, her moans turning into guttural cries. For a few lingering seconds, she stayed locked in place, her body quaking through the aftershocks, his tongue still buried inside her, savoring the throbbing tightness, before she finally lifted herself off, collapsing beside him with a satisfied gasp, her chest heaving as the room filled with the fading hum of the egg and their shared, heavy breaths.

Hanna's body slumped against Josh's side, her skin slick with sweat and her breaths coming in ragged, uneven pulls that matched his own, the room heavy with the mingled scent of their arousal and the fading buzz of the egg still humming faintly inside her. For a few lingering seconds, they lay there in the quiet aftermath, her head nestling into the crook of his shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest as the last tremors rippled through her thighs, her asshole still twitching from the intense probing of his tongue. She turned her face toward him, her brown eyes glazed with satisfaction, a soft smile breaking through the haze of her exhaustion as she whispered, "Fuck, Josh, that was amazing—finally having you tongue my ass like that, with that egg buzzing my cunt... it felt so goddamn incredible, like every nerve in me was on fire." Her voice was husky, laced with genuine awe, and she let her hand drift lower, brushing against his half-soft cock, feeling it stir under her touch as if responding to her praise, the warmth of their bodies pressed together igniting a fresh spark in the dim light of the room.

After a moment, Hanna pushed herself up on one elbow, her muscles still quivering from the release, but her eyes locked onto his with a determined glint, her curly hair falling in wild disarray around her flushed face. She swung a leg over his hips, straddling him in reverse cowgirl without a word, her back to him as she positioned herself carefully, her plump ass hovering just above his thickening shaft, the soft curves of her cheeks spreading wide as she reached back with both hands. Her fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, pulling the cheeks apart to expose her well-tongued hole—still slightly gaped and glistening from his earlier efforts, the pink ring pulsing gently in the air, a bead of her own juices trickling down toward her swollen pussy lips below. "You did such a good job getting my asshole ready, Josh," she murmured, her voice dripping with appreciation and raw lust, as she slid one hand forward to rub circles around the tight entrance, her fingertip dipping in just enough to feel the lingering stretch, the sensitive skin throbbing under her touch. She let out a low moan, the sensation making her hips grind slightly, her other hand reaching back to tease her asshole further, slipping a finger inside slowly, feeling the warmth and the way it clenched around her, preparing it for what came next, her body arching as she whispered, "It's all loose and hungry now, thanks to you—fuck, I need more."

With a deliberate shift, Hanna gripped the base of his now fully erect cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick, veined shaft, feeling the heat and the slickness of his precum coating her palm as she lined the swollen head up against her prepared asshole. She paused for a heartbeat, savoring the pressure of his tip nudging at her entrance, the anticipation making her pussy clench in sympathy, before slowly sinking down, inch by inch, the tight ring of her ass stretching wide around his girth, a guttural moan escaping her lips as he filled her. The sensation was intense—full and burning at first, then morphing into a deep, throbbing pleasure as she took him deeper, her asshole gripping his shaft like a vice, until she finally settled at the base, his balls pressing firmly against her dripping cunt, the coarse hairs of her mound brushing his skin. She held still for a second, adjusting to the overwhelming fullness, her breath coming in sharp gasps, before she began to move, her hips lifting slowly and then dropping back down in a rhythmic motion, fucking herself on his dick with increasing steadiness, the wet, squelching sounds of her ass taking him echoing through the room.

As Hanna picked up speed, her moans grew louder, each upward glide and downward plunge sending waves of ecstasy through her, her asshole clenching and releasing around his throbbing length, the friction of his veins rubbing against her inner walls making her whole body hum. Josh couldn't hold back, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he started to thrust up to meet her, his cock driving deeper with each powerful stroke, the force making her ass cheeks jiggle and slap against his pelvis, the sound mixing with her escalating cries. "Oh fuck, yes—pound my ass, Josh," she gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure, as she reached down to rub her clit furiously, her fingers slipping through the slick folds of her cunt, circling the swollen nub with desperate urgency, the dual sensations building an orgasm inside her like a storm. She screamed, "It feels so fucking good, your dick stretching my asshole like this—don't stop, fuck me harder!" Her body trembled, the pressure mounting until it exploded, her ass clenching rhythmically around him as she came, her whole body shaking violently, juices squirting from her pussy and soaking his thighs, her moans turning into incoherent screams of ecstasy.

Panting and spent, Hanna lifted herself off his cock with a wet pop, her asshole gaping slightly from the intense fucking, a mix of her fluids and his precum leaking out as she flipped onto her hands and knees in the doggy position, her curvy ass presented to him, still quivering from the aftershocks. "My legs are too weak right now to keep going," she admitted, glancing back over her shoulder with a flushed, needy expression, her hands reaching back to spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her stretched, throbbing hole, "but please, Josh—come fuck my asshole like this, bury that big dick deep inside me again." He wasted no time, scrambling to his knees behind her, his cock rock-hard and glistening, as he positioned himself and pushed forward, sliding back into her tight ass with one smooth thrust, the warmth and grip of her enveloping him completely. He started thrusting harder and harder, his hips slamming into her with forceful rhythm, each impact making her moan louder, her ass cheeks rippling from the collisions, and he couldn't resist slapping her ass, the sharp sting echoing through the room, leaving red marks on her skin that made her cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Fuck, your ass is so tight—taking me so good," he growled, his balls slapping against her cunt with every drive, the pace frantic and unrelenting.

Hanna's breaths turned to desperate whimpers as Josh pounded into her, his cock stretching her asshole with deep, powerful strokes that hit spots she didn't know existed, the sensation of his hands gripping her hips and his occasional slaps on her ass sending jolts of fire through her body. "Cum in my ass, Josh—fill me up with that hot load," she begged, her voice raw and commanding, the words pushing him over the edge as his thrusts grew erratic, his balls drawing up tight before he exploded, thick ropes of cum shooting deep into her ass, coating her insides with warm, sticky fluid that made her moan in triumph. He kept thrusting through his climax, milking every last drop into her, before slowly pulling out, his softening cock slipping free with a gush of cum that ran from her gaping asshole down to her swollen pussy lips, dripping onto the sheets in a messy trail, both of them collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs and satisfied sighs.

Shared bathroom, shared fun