She pressed up against me and smiled. Mature porn Heather paused for a few beats before answering; she swallowed hard and then nodded. We pulled into the garage. She told me she always felt an incredible rush as she flicked her clit while piss poured from her pee hole. My cock gave a little jump. I was getting aroused knowing my wife’s bladder was so full and she was struggling to maintain her composure. “Yes,” Heather moaned. When she finished releasing the pressure from her bladder, Heather remained crouched for another minute, still rubbing her clit inside her now soaked shorts. “I was a good girl,” she whispered. “What about them”? When she finished releasing the pressure from her bladder, Heather remained crouched for another minute, still rubbing her clit inside her now soaked shorts. “I was a good girl,” she whispered. I helped her out of her soaked jeans and I returned to her wet muff.
