Chelsea adjusted herself again and this time hit the fire with the full force of her stream. Smoke rose from the fire as it popped and sizzled while her pee turned the hot logs a soggy black. Chelsea watched her stream hitting the fire for a few seconds and then glanced over her shoulder to see that Dennis was transfixed while watching her pee. She moved her hand to his jaw and steered his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply while she continued to flood the fire. He seemingly got distracted by the kiss and gently let her down. She got to her feet and turned around so that she was facing Dennis, maintaining the kiss the whole time while her piss now ran down her legs and hammered against the ground, splattering against their shins and turning the dirt at their feet to mud. As her stream died to an ignorable dribble she broke her kiss with Dennis and looked up at him, then, with her legs still glossed with her pee she asked, “You want to jump in the leaves with me?” Truth be told, Dennis didn’t. He was wet, cold, sticky, covered in more bodily fluids than he had thought two people were capable of producing, and still furiously horny. He didn’t care about jumping in leaves, the only thing he wanted to do was plunge himself into his neighbor and fuck her until the sun went down. But he said, japanese “Of course.” and smiled at her. He reached a hand down between her legs and wiped it along her pussy. Then he brought his dripping hand up and rubbed it across her bare chest. Small droplets of pee trickled across one of her boobs. Dennis watched them sparkle slightly in the afternoon sunlight before saying, “let’s go.” Chelsea leaned in and kissed him again, pressing her wet asian chest to his. Then she turned on her heel and took off running. Dennis watched her take a few paces, her ass had almost eaten the entire back of her panties, she didn’t seem Hardcore to care about that very much as she flung herself into the pile of leaves. Dennis jogged after her and jumped lightly on top of the spot where she had disappeared in the leaves. He heard her rustling around underneath the leaves. He stood, lightly perched over her when he was struck by a devilish idea. It took only a few seconds before Dennis’ naked dick was sprinkling a light stream of piss on top of the pile of leaves. Dennis’ dick was hard, but he still used a hand to maneuver it up and down the pile of leaves, trying to coat as much of it as he could. Underneath the pile, Chelsea thought it sounded like it was raining as she heard the patter on the leaves above her. After a few seconds some of the liquid seeped through the many layers of leaves and dampened one of her breasts. She swiped a few drops of it with a finger and licked it off. As soon as it hit her taste buds she realized what was going on above her. “You bitch, you’re pissing on me!” Dennis laughed, “Where should I piss then?” He asked. “Right here.” Chelsea stuck one of her hands through the leaf pile. Dennis didn’t take long to hit her target. And I loved it! He shook his head smiling and saying “No it wasn’t baby, I would say it was planned by myself, as soon as Teresa told me, she would not be able to come till later, and asian you would open her door for me, I started thinking how to japanese get you, from that moment on, I had a continuous hard on” How can this taste so good? “In addition to the building we were thinking of several outside basketball courts and Mr. Ferguson suggested at least one field each for football, soccer, and baseball. She decided she needed a shower too. I had to satisfy these judges. “You love to stretch the limits of sexual pleasure and sexual engagement, your body and persona scream sex. I stayed in the kitchen. “GO, BECKY, GO!” "We?" His next stroke out pulled my ass along with him.Then back to that white hot spot he created in me. His knot was in and not coming out again. “What the hell, what does the other one look like?” Tyshawn looked down at the blonde girl. You can Hardcore make decisions that have far reaching implications, and you own those decisions. Bill made it to the pharmacy and picked up what Lynne needed and he made a quick stop at the grocery store and bought what he considered a few items that when he checked out totaled up to almost three hundred dollars. She said clearly, and the room was dead silent so everyone heard, “They’ve put tacks on your chair.”