I had always kept an eye on my neighbor. He was strong, confident, and incredibly sexy—and worst of all, happily married. That afternoon, through I quietly sneak in his front door that was open, I caught a sound of something I could never unhear: my hot neighbor and his wife entangled in a moment of pure happiness. The sounds of the enjoyment echoed through the thin walls, and my imagination went wild. The way he touched her, the way the enjoy having each other—it sent a jolt of jealousy and arousal straight through my body. Frustrated and overwhelmed by the heat between my legs, I couldn’t hold back. Dressed only in a sheer, see-through shirt, I decided let all my pee over to their front door. My body was tingling with a mix of anger, lust, and mischief. I leaned against the wall, heart pounding, and slowly squatted down and spread my legs. Without hesitation, I relaxed my muscles and let it happen—warm pee began to pour out of my pussy, splashing onto my neighbor’s doorstep. It was shocking, raw, and rebellious. My mind wandered to all the filthy thoughts I had about him for months. As the puddle spread beneath my feet, I felt powerful—like I had marked my territory in the most shameless, naughty way. I didn’t stop until every drop had left my body. Then, with a sly smirk on my lips, I stood up, adjusted my shirt that clung to my curves, and walked away slowly, wet and wild, still trembling from the rush.