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Togame is convinced he’s the luckiest man in the room.
Your playful laughter is enough to coax him behind you, his large palm squeezing your ass as you weave through the house. Completely unbothered if anyone’s looking, why wouldn’t they when you’re dressed so pretty?
“Where ya takin’ me, sweetheart?”
It’s as though Togame holds some grand prize that every other man covets as you pull him inside the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a swing of his foot as he has just enough sense to lock it behind him. The few beers he’s had aren’t enough to impair his senses, only cause an incessant throb in his bladder as he watches from his position at the door as you hike your pretty little dress up over your hips and shimmy those tiny black panties down your thighs. He’s positive he can see silvery lines of your slick stained against the fabric, and he wonders if that was because of him.
“I can’t find my friends and I have to pee, silly!”
God, you’re so fucking pretty.
His cock pulses in response when you move to sit down on the seat and almost miss, squealing in surprise before your hand reaches out for the sink to steady yourself. The tiny downstairs bathroom barely has enough space for movement as Togame takes a step closer when he hears the familiar tinkle as you sigh in relief, your head thrown back as you groan softly. Your kiss-bruised lips pouty as he takes note of the glitter streaked across your cheeks glistening under fluorescent light. The same glitter that’s probably smeared along his face too from the stolen kisses earlier this evening. He’d thought that was the most that he’d get off you tonight, but he hadn’t expected this.
And he can’t seem to take his eyes off you. Staring at you as though he’s dropped a coin in a box in the red light district to sit in a box to watch one of those fetish shows, swallowing thickly as you heave a saccharine sigh of relief. Your breasts look just about ready to spill out of the top of your dress as you stay completely unbothered that Togame is staring at you so brazenly. Were all the girls that hung around Bofurin like this, or was he just lucky?
“You’re staring, Togame.” You giggle as you give him a sly smirk, spreading your knees further apart to give him a better view as you bite down on your plump bottom lip.
This is the first time he’s ever seen a girl pee, and Togame can’t deny it’s hot. From the blissful look on your face down to the way the tight skirt of your dress bunches above your hips and lets him see the pudge of your belly as you relieve yourself. It has his cock stirring beneath baggy pants as he shifts from toe to toe to try and alleviate the ache in his balls, lazy eyes focused on your soft mound as he’s just able to make out the folds of your cunt.
“Is this what you and your girlfriends do—?” Watch each other pee, Togame thinks as you laugh at his question.
“No, silly.” You laugh, “We make sure no freaks watch us.”
Perhaps you’re the freak, Togame thinks as you reach out to fiddle with the tie at the front of his sweatpants, loosening it as you continue to pee. His eyes are focused between your thighs as he watches the liquid pour into the bowl, but he makes no attempt to stop you as your slender fingers curl beneath the fabric to tug it down his thighs. He wonders if anyone from Bofurin has got to see you like this, or whether he’s just special.
“Careful, I have’ta piss too, sweetheart,” Togame drawls, his semi-hard cock pulses as you wrap a warm palm around the base of him, “Wait, and I’ll bend you over the sink.”
“So pee.” You giggle, and it has Togame groaning low and deep in his chest. Swallowing thickly as his tongue darts out to try and wet his lips as you position his cock downwards towards the bowl.
Togame isn’t even sure he can piss while you’re holding him like this, your touch is a complete juxtaposition to his rough movements as you angle him gently. The sight alone has another pulse in his pelvis as he tries to ignore the throb of his bladder— maybe he can hold it in.
You reach a shaky hand up to press against his pelvis, fingers dipping into the skin and it’s all he can do but let go as a warm stream begins to trickle from his soft cock. Letting out a squeal when you feel it splash against the bottom of your dress, letting go of his cock to hike the fabric further up your tummy as you shift back on the seat to give him more space.
Togame hisses when you let go of his cock, changing the angle of the stream as it misses the bowl completely and hits the floor as he’s quick to resume position. Angling back to the toilet as the stream hits your pelvis, dragging a sultry moan from the back of your throat as the heat splashes your skin. Spreading your thighs wider to feel him against your body as Togame watches your skin begin to glisten because of him. Your abdomen all the way down to your pelvis streaked in slick lines of his warm piss as he deliberately angles his cock lower to focus the stream against your mound. Marvelling in the debauched gasp you make when you feel the warmth of it catch your clit, his aim focused and persistent as though winning a prize at the fair.
You’re a menace, he reckons when you slip a hand between your thighs to spread your folds between your index and middle fingers. Butterflying yourself open as you pull back the hood of your clit until Togame’s piss is spraying against it, your thick lashes flutter as you make another desperate sound akin to a whimper as your thighs begin to shake. Grinding your hips to increase the friction as the warmth spreads through you all the way to the tips of your toes, his name tumbling from your lips in a needy whimper.
So you were as much of a freak as him, Togame grins as the stream begins to dwindle to nothing. The last few drops dribble out of his slit as he shakes his cock to give himself some much-needed stimulation as he feels himself begin to harden at the sight of you. Slender fingers now pressing tight circles into your soaked clit as you rub his piss into your body, feeling your walls clamp down around nothing as you lean forward to swipe your tongue against the swollen head of his cock. Prodding the tip of it against his slit as a groan rumbles deep in his chest, his other head reaches out to hold the back of your head as he leans down to kiss you. Tongues salving languidly against each other as you tilt your head to deepen it, gasping into his mouth as he takes the opportunity to run his tongue against your teeth when his fingers slide through the mess he made between your thighs.
It’s depraved and nasty as his fingers feel his piss beginning to cool against your skin as he delves further, pressing against your quivering hole to find your cunt wet and needy for him. Your slick drooling out of your cunt like molten lava as he feels the way you pulse around nothing, eager to be filled.
“Didn’t know a pretty girl like you was such a nasty freak.” Togame gives you a lopsided smirk, as though he wasn’t just as much of a freak for pissing on you in the first place, and enjoying it, “If you wanted me to piss on ya, you only had to ask.”
He catches you off guard by pulling you upright, chuckling at the way you stumble over your heels as your panties stay circled around your ankles. Barely able to steady yourself as he moves to push you against the bathroom sink, bending you over it as you look at his reflection through the mirror.
“Promised I’d bend you over the sink, didn’t I?” He groans, running the tip of his cock through your soaked folds as it catches against your fluttering entrance.
“Should’ve just pissed inside me.” You laugh, wiggling your ass back against him as you try to salaciously coax him deeper.
And it doesn’t matter that it’s probably the alcohol speaking, that you would probably never utter those words to him sober, and if you did they wouldn’t sound so vulgar — yet the thought alone has his balls aching and desperate to drain themselves inside you too.
“I’m not sure you know what you’re asking for, pretty girl.” He coos, stealing the breath from your lungs as he slides his cock into your eager hole as he ignores the heavy banging on the door outside from someone trying to hurry you up that sounds suspiciously like Hiragi.
“I think I do.” You coo as Togame’s forehead hits your shoulder with a guttural grunt.
Oh well, Togame thinks, he could always have a few more beers—