In a dimly lit room, Annalyne sits on a chair with her legs spread wide. She wears a black thong and high heels, a smirk playing on her lips. Across from her is Mark, his heart racing as he struggles to contain his bladder. He's desperate to relieve himself but is too afraid to ask for permission.
Suddenly, a drop of urine slips out of his penis and lands on the floor. Mark's face turns beet red with embarrassment, but Annalyne simply raises an eyebrow in amusement. As another drop trickles out, Mark lets go, releasing a hot stream of urine that lands on his own legs before hitting the floor.
To his surprise, Annalyne reaches out and gently strokes his hair, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "It's alright, she says softly, "you can talk about it now."
