The room fills with the sound of your rushing urine, the idol's breath hitching as the first, warm drops hit her waiting pussy. You aim, you spray, you paint her with your golden nectar. It splashes, it dribbles, it covers her entirely, her body writhing in a dance of shame and ecstasy. She cries out, her fingers digging into her thighs as her own fluids mix with yours, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her a quivering, dripping mess.