You’re here… watching me… just like I knew you would. I’m sitting on my bed in sheer lilac pantyhose and white heels, holding in a full, aching bladder. I notice you watching — and I love it. So I give you exactly what you came for. With a teasing smile, I stand up and start stripping slowly, whispering how badly I need to pee for you. My thighs squeeze together, I moan in desperation, and then it happens — hot streams soak my nylon-clad pussy. The piss drips down my legs as I stand in front of you, fully exposed, giving you every last drop. But I’m not done. I lay down, legs open, and begin pissing again in different poses — missionary, sideways, on all fours. Every stream fills my tights, the wet fabric clings to my dripping cunt… I slide my fingers inside, moaning louder with every thrust. The squelching sounds are real. My pussy is soaked. I finger myself through the piss until I explode with a squirt that soaks the pantyhose even more. Then I take off my heels — piss pours out of them — and I sniff them deeply. I tell you how disgusting they smell, how filthy I’ve made them… and how much I know you want to sniff them too. I offer them to you like a gift, like a test. My nylon soles glisten with piss, and I tremble from the mess we’ve made. I slip the shoes back on, show off the piss puddles on the bed and floor… and I walk away, leaving behind nothing but ruin.