Black Lace Panties Soaked as I Pee on Bathroom Tiles

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hands slide under the lace, pulling it aside with a slow tease, exposing the wet heat between her thighs. The stream starts, arcing down to splash on the tiles, and she holds herself open, letting you see every drop.

Her thighs tremble, the muscles tensing as she lets go, and the sound of it hitting the floor is all you can hear. Your hand moves on its own, stroking to the rhythm of her flow, and your breath catches in your throat. You can feel your pulse pounding, your ache growing with every second.

You're on edge, waiting for her to let go and show you the soaked lace clinging to her skin. When she turns, the fabric molds to her curves, and you can almost feel the wet heat of her through it. Your rhythm falters, and you know you won't last much longer. How long will you make it before you cum?