Damp feather - Christina Cherry

Defiance head – spanked the ass for wetting | Edition Aurum

"But I don’t feel like it. I don’t want to go there. "
"Then you just stay at home and I drive alone, as planned."
"I have no desire to. What am I supposed to do here all day? "
When Tassilo looked into his friend’s defiant face and heard her fussy tone, he knew what it was going to be. Since he had known her, she had been a real child, quite emotional and often selfish. Over time, the jokes about it became a kind of role play. They did not necessarily lead so a relationship in which he actually took over the adult part, but more and more Catrin lived out what he called the strenuous side of her personality. Especially when she wanted to enforce her will and distract him in an erotic way. Because she knew exactly that such games usually resulted in sex. His main interest in being her daddy was in bed. He was already into one or the other crazy variant of birding, but with Catrin this took on very interesting features. But it wouldn’t work today. He had arranged to meet friends to see a photo exhibition that was currently visiting the city. Art captivated him very much, but unfortunately not his young partner at all. For this very reason, he had suggested from the start that he would go without her. That wouldn’t have been a problem if Catrin’s best friend hadn’t spontaneously canceled her because of a migraine attack. This, coupled with the fact that today was one of the days when she obviously didn’t know what to do with herself, had now led to this tedious conversation. Tassilo pulled the pretty blonde close and gave her a kiss.
"Babe, it will be great. We don’t stay long either. But I’m not going to give in to your sweet defiance now. As a reward, if you come along well, I’ll think of something nice for tonight. ”He was serious. And he was quite surprised to see the sparkle in Catrin’s eyes, but she agreed without further opposition. It was rarely that easy with her. Without comment, she put on her ankle boots, took her jacket and scarf from the cloakroom and smiled at him promptly.
"What is now? I thought we had to go? "

They were in the car less than ten minutes when she told him that she needed to go. He grinned. That was probably the expected punishment for him. He had expected that she would deliberately annoy him in this mood. That had been too easy before. He also had a soft spot for when her bladder was full; Wet games were his kink, not hers, but she knew how to use it wisely. And if she took it to the max, sooner or later he would have to struggle with a stand that would distract him from looking at the photographs. Her tone became wailing as she pointed out how necessary it was.
"I should have gone home. But you absolutely wanted to go. And now … Uuuuh, when are we finally there? ”Tassilo smiled. Of course it was his fault. He felt his loins begin to tingle. Her plight, however played, did something to him. He liked how restlessly Catrin fidgeted in the seat next to him and now also put his hand between the slender thighs. From zero to a hundred – it couldn’t be that urgent in life, but her nervousness infected him and he wondered if it would be a good idea to actually keep her from going to the bathroom during the afternoon. This would sweeten the coming home enormously. His thoughts wandered to a Catrin in soaking jeans – one of his favorite pictures.
"Honey, can’t we turn around? I can not stand this anymore. My bladder is about to overflow. Oh Goooott, please … ”Aha, so the wind blew.

Even though he kept his eyes on the traffic, he noticed the magical begging look of his partner, who looked at him so panicked that he almost believed her. His cock straightened up completely and he had to admit to himself that the choice between hot sex and meeting friends was becoming increasingly difficult. Nevertheless, he still didn’t want to do without the exhibition and, above all, he didn’t want to make it so easy for his whining girl. So he shook his head.
"Catrin, do you seriously think I’ll fall for it? Sexy performance, sure, but you can hold out the twenty minutes and there are toilets there. ”
"But, but …" Briefly, her pained expression turned into a pout, but she immediately found her role again. She writhed in the passenger seat, her feet drumming on the floor mat in rapid staccato. A deep moan came from her lips. Tassilo had to admit that she knew exactly how to make him horny. The pants squeezed his erection and he couldn’t help but grab his crotch to adjust it. He knew that Catrin registered this gesture. He gave a start when she suddenly cried out sharply…

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Wet New Year’s Eve happiness – your pleasure in his lust | Edition Aurum

Giovanna opened the door of the fridge with a swing, grabbed the dark green champagne bottle that she had chilled especially for this New Year’s Eve and danced boisterously with the sparkling wine in one and a small travel bag in the other hand towards the apartment door.
Before that, she had spent the afternoon preparing for an appointment that she had been eagerly awaiting for many days. She was going to meet with Ulf Berghorst, a successful businessman whose secret lover she had been since they had each other in the bar Düsseldorf Hotels had met.

What had started as a short-lived one-night stand had now become a solid love affair, to which Giovanna’s wet-panty panties had been the deciding factor, and which Ulf, despite his existing marriage, did not want to do without. Whenever they met discreetly, he pushed back the thought of his wife as much as the fact that the spirited half-Italian in his arms was twenty years younger than himself. Nothing but her unaffected lust for life, her seductive smile and The excitement with which she made his wet, urine-soaked desire come true counted in those moments.
Although the manager would only be able to steal away from his house under a pretext, the attractive dark-haired woman had dressed up no less as if she were available all night. Most of the time had been spent choosing the right clothes for the occasion. The compilation had to be casual and yet noble, preferably with a chic top, high shoes and tight-fitting jeans that would later be used. She knew how much Ulf loved this combination and how furiously sharp her wet-pee pants made him, even if they had little more than an hour of shared passion at their disposal. Be my wet New Year’s Eve that evening, he had asked her, something Giovanna had been unable and unable to prevent. Her pleasure in his lust gave her the kick; the certainty that he would be worshiped like a queen for the fulfillment of his wishes spread soothingly in her.

The fact that the young woman only barely noticed the winter cold in front of the house was partly due to the tingling anticipation that sparked the coming reunion with the married man in her, and partly to the violent pressure that she felt in her lower abdomen. It was not insignificant – the numerous cups of coffee and the large bottle of mineral water, which she had deliberately drunk throughout the day without visiting the toilet in between, had their effect …

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