Golden Deluge

The room is filled with the scent of ammonia, a pungent aroma that's both offensive and alluring. The figure, their face obscured by shadows, seems to be in a trance, their body moving in rhythm with the flow of liquid from their loins. The sound of their piss hitting the porcelain is almost musical, a symphony of relief and desire. As the last few drops fall, they let out a satisfied sigh, their body still trembling slightly with the aftershocks of their golden shower.

• pee
• piss

• pissing