"Ready, darling?" she purrs, her brunette locks cascading down her shoulders. I nod, bracing myself as she stands, her stance wide, her hand guiding the flow. Her piss is a steady stream, a warm, golden river that batters my face, drenching me in her essence. I feel it in my hair, my eyes, my mouth, the taste of her filling my senses as she laughs, her eyes sparkling with delight.