I couldn’t make it to the room… would you let me piss in the elevator if you were there

The elevator dings open, and there she is, leaning against the wall, her thighs squeezed tight in black stockings, a pair of sneakers that shouldn’t be sexy but fucking are. She looks up at me with those big doe eyes, lips parted slightly, as if she’s already anticipating what’s about to go down. I step in, the doors sliding shut behind me, trapping us in this metal box. My bladder’s screaming, but all I can focus on is her, standing there, her hand slowly sliding up her thigh. “You look like you need something,” she purrs, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her thong. I grunt, my cock already rock hard, as I unzip my jeans, freeing my throbbing dick. She watches, licking her lips, as I start to stroke myself, my eyes never leaving hers. “Would you let me piss on you?” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. She smiles, a slow, wicked curve of her lips, as she nods, her hand slipping into her panties. “Only if you fuck me while you do it,” she challenges, her fingers disappearing into her wet cunt. I lunge at her, my mouth crashing down on hers, as I hike up her skirt, exposing her glistening pussy. I spin her around, bending her over, her ass in the air, as I position myself at her entrance. I ram into her, hard and deep, making her scream. I start to piss, the hot stream hitting her back, running down her ass, mixing with her juices. She moans, pushing back against me, begging for more. I oblige, fucking her harder, my hips slapping against her ass, as I empty myself into her.