The living room was now thick with the heavy, musky scent of Yor's fresh piss still lingering in the air, mixed with the sweet, salty heat of both girls' aroused pussies. The table fan spun lazily in the corner, creating a soft, rhythmic whoosh that barely stirred the warm afternoon air. Golden sunlight poured through the open windows, catching on sweat-slick skin and making every drop of piss and pussy juice glisten like liquid gold. The tatami mat beneath Haruto was damp in places, soaked with Yor's golden stream and the faint warmth of her squirt.
Aira stood completely naked over them, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each breath, her own fingers idly circling her stiff nipple as she watched Haruto drink every last drop of Yor's piss from the source. Her dark eyes were half-lidded with pure, hungry delight. She wanted it too.
She wanted to sit on Haruto's face and make him drink her warm, fresh piss straight from her dripping cunt.
But she said nothing.
