Squatting in My Floral Dress to Piss and Smoke

Oh god, she's taking a piss. He stands back, eyes on her, as she spreads wide, dress lifting. His cock twitches. She smokes, exhales slow, eyes locked on him. He feels her heat, her wetness. She edges closer, tongue out, and he's hard.

She's a vision, curvy and sweet, in that white floral dress. Her long brown hair falls down her back like a waterfall. She takes a drag, exhales slow, and he can smell the smoke. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she sticks her tongue out at him.

He can't look away as she squats lower, dress hiking up her thighs. Her pussy glistens in the sunlight. He feels his pulse racing. She's so close now, tongue extended. He can almost taste her. His hand moves of its own accord, stroking hard. He's on the edge now, his breath catching in his throat.

His heart pounds as he watches her piss. The sound is like music to his ears. He's getting harder by the second. He can't wait to see what she does next. Will she touch herself? Will she cum? He's desperate to know. His hand strokes faster now, matching the rhythm of her breathing. He's so close now...