Chapter 392. She’s Not Just Squirting Juice, But She Also Pissing Herself!**

Chapter 392: 392. She’s Not Just Squirting Juice, But She Also Pissing Herself!**

Her legs shook uncontrollably in his grip, her toes curling as she felt the raw power of his cock grinding against her most sensitive nerves.

The room was filled with the overwhelming sounds of their coupling: the wet, sucking noises of their joined bodies, the rhythmic slapping of flesh, and Aveline’s unhinged, desperate screaming as she surrendered to the most intense pleasure she had ever known.

Just as Aveline felt she was about to shatter into a million pieces from the overwhelming stimulation, Mike abruptly withdrew. The sudden absence of his massive cock felt like a cold wound, leaving her gaping and twitching in the empty air.

"No... Mike... no, don’t stop... please don’t stop!!" Aveline whimpered, her voice hoarse and broken.

Her hips instinctively bucked backward, searching for the fullness she had grown addicted to in mere minutes. She felt exposed, raw, and desperately needy.

But Mike wasn’t stopping. He was edging her, holding her at the very precipice of climax, letting the tension build until it was agonizing.

He could feel his own cock throbbing painfully, the pre-cum slicking his shaft as he fought his own urge to release. He was playing with her like a finely tuned instrument, and he was enjoying every second of her desperation.

"You want it that bad, princess?" Mike growled, his breath hot against her ear. "You want to feel what it’s like to be completely taken?"

Before she could answer, he repositioned himself. Instead of sliding back into her swollen, aching cunt, he lined himself up with her tight, puckered asshole.

With one brutal, uncompromising thrust, he drove himself inside her rear entrance.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Aveline’s scream was unlike anything before, a high-pitched, primal sound of shock and overwhelming sensation that echoed off the walls. "MIKE!! OH GOD!! MY ASSHOLE!!"

"IT’S TOO BIG!! IT’S TOO MUCH!! OH FUCK!!"

The sensation of being stretched in a completely different way shocked her entire nervous system. The fullness was different—tighter, more invasive, and somehow more intensely pleasurable in its violation.

Her body couldn’t process the dual stimulation; the stretch in her rear sent lightning bolts of nerve endings firing directly into her clitoris and cunt.

SQUELCH! PLAP! SLOP!

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!!" Aveline sobbed, her hands clawing at his forearms. "It’s so fucking tight!!"

"You’re stretching me apart!! But oh god, it feels incredible!! Fuck my ass!! Fuck it harder!!"

The moment his cock punched through her sphincter and bottomed out against her rectal wall, something inside Aveline snapped completely. The stimulation of her asshole triggered an involuntary, explosive reaction in her pussy.

\ Her cunt began to spasm violently, and a torrent of arousal erupted from her.

SQUIRT! SPLAT! SHHHHHHHH!

"I’M SQUIRTING AGAIN!! OH GOD, I CAN’T STOP IT!!"

"IT’S COMING OUT OF ME SO HARD!!" Aveline screamed as a powerful jet of fluid sprayed from her cunt, drenching Mike’s cock and cascading down between their bodies.

The liquid hit the floor with audible splashes, forming a spreading puddle beneath them.

SPLASH! SQUISH! PLAP!

Every thrust Mike made into her ass acted like a piston, pumping more fluid out of her. "It’s everywhere!!"

"Mike, I’m fucking drowning in it!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Her moans turned into incoherent shrieks of ecstasy as she felt the warm liquid soaking his thighs and their bellies and dripping steadily onto the floor.

Mike was relentless, his thrusts becoming faster and more vicious as he felt her cunt milking the air while his cock claimed her ass. The wetness was everywhere, a slick, frothy mess that made every slap of their bodies sound like a wet explosion.

"Look at you," Mike hissed, his voice thick with lust as he watched the fluid spray from her with every impact. "Look how fucking wet you are for me."

"Look how you’re pissing yourself with pleasure."

"I AM!! I AM YOUR FILTHY SLUT!!" Aveline wailed, her mind completely gone. "FUCK MY ASS!! FUCK ME UNTIL I DROWN IN MY OWN CUM!!"

"MIKE!! MIKE!! OH GOD, YES!! RIGHT THERE!! DON’T STOP!! DON’T EVER STOP!!"

The room was filled with the obscene symphony of their debauchery: the wet, sucking sounds of her cunt spraying, the heavy slapping of Mike’s hips against her ass, the splashing of fluid on the floor, and Aveline’s relentless, unhinged screaming as she surrendered to the most depraved pleasure she had ever known.

Aveline had completely crossed the threshold of sanity. She was no longer a woman; she was a vessel of pure, unfiltered sensation, a broken instrument playing a symphony of debauchery.

Her body was convulsing so violently that her muscles felt like they were tearing, yet she couldn’t stop. Her cunt continued to pump out torrents of arousal, each spasm sending another frothy spray of love juices cascading down Mike’s cock and pooling between them.

Her head was thrown back against Mike’s chest, her neck arched taut like a bowstring. Her eyes had rolled back so far that only the bloodshot whites were visible, flickering frantically beneath her lids.

Her mouth hung open in a permanent gape, her tongue lolling out of her lips, wet and helpless, tasting nothing but the air and the copper tang of her own desperation.

SQUIRT... SHHHHHHH... PLOP... SQUELCH...

"OHHHH... FFFUUUUUUCK... MIKE... I’M... I’M BREAKING... I’M BREAKING!!" she shrieked, but the words were broken by wet, gurgling gasps.

Then, the sensation shifted. The overwhelming pressure in her lower abdomen, combined with the relentless pounding Mike was delivering to her ass, triggered something deeper, something more primal.

Her bladder, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her orgasms, finally gave way. A hot, steaming stream of urine joined the torrent of arousal, mixing with the squirted fluids to create a warm, spreading lake beneath them.

PSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH... SPLAT...

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Aveline’s scream reached a new, terrifying pitch. "OH GOD!! MIKE!!"

"I’M PISSING!! I CAN’T HELP IT!!"

"I’M PISSING ON YOU!! I’M PISSING EVERYWHERE!! OH GOD, IT’S SO HOT!!"

The sound of the twin streams—the slick, frothy squirt and the steady, warm rush of urine—created a wet, splashing cacophony that filled the room. The smell of salt, musk, and urine became thick and intoxicating in the confined space.

Mike froze for half a second as he felt the sudden change in temperature and texture, then he erupted into a dark, mocking laughter that rumbled through Aveline’s entire body.

"Hahahaha! Oh fuck, Aveline!" Mike roared, his laughter echoing off the walls as he continued to thrust into her ass without missing a beat. "Look at you! Look at what you’ve become!"

He leaned forward, whispering directly into her ear, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "You’re a mother, aren’t you?"

"What’s worse is that you’re a fucking wife as well... a high-class woman with everything."

"And here you are, pissing yourself and squirting like a fucking animal while I fuck your ass."

"Mmmph... hnnnngh... yes... yes!!" Aveline sobbed, her dignity long since incinerated by the fire of her climax.

"It’s absolutely disgusting, Aveline," Mike continued, his thrusts becoming even more vicious, each one driving deeper into her ruined cunt and her stretched ass. "The way you’re leaking everywhere... it’s filthy."

"You’re a fucking mess." He paused, letting out another guttural laugh before growling, "But fuck... God, I fucking love it."

"I love seeing you lose control like this... I love seeing you piss yourself for me..."

PLAP! SQUELCH! SPLASH!

"FUCK ME!! YES!! I’M FILTHY!! I’M YOUR FILTHY, PISSING SLUT!!" Aveline screamed back, her words dissolving into wet moans as she embraced the humiliation. "I DON’T CARE!!"

"I DON’T CARE ABOUT BEING A WIFE OR A MOTHER ANYMORE!!"

"JUST FUCK ME!! MAKE ME PISS AGAIN!! MAKE ME SQUIRT UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT OF ME!!"

The puddle on the floor was now a significant lake, splashing loudly with every thunderous impact of Mike’s hips. The sounds were obscene: the wet slap of skin on skin, the relentless spray of fluids, the splashing of urine, and Aveline’s unhinged, high-pitched wailing of ecstasy.

She was drowning in her own fluids, in her own shame, and in the overwhelming, terrifying power of the man who was systematically dismantling everything she used to be.

The violent torrents of fluid gradually began to subside, though the aftermath remained unmistakable. The frantic, pressurized jets of squirting and the steady stream of urine slowed to a sporadic dripping, leaving both of them drenched in a warm, slick cocktail of arousal and shame.

Aveline’s body continued to quiver, her muscles twitching with residual aftershocks that made her feel like she was made of jelly.

Mike, still feeling the throbbing need to maintain that connection, didn’t pull out. Instead, he began to move with deliberate, predatory slowness.

While still holding her hips, he started to walk backward, his powerful legs carrying both their weights as he retreated toward the edge of the bed. Aveline felt the shift in gravity, her heart hammering against her ribs as she realized where he was taking them.

With a grunt of effort, Mike lowered himself onto the floor, but he kept his cock buried deep inside her stretched asshole, using her body as an anchor.

"Mmmph... Mike? What are you doing? Where are we going...?" Aveline gasped, her voice a wrecked whisper.

Her vision was still swimming, her mind struggling to reassemble itself from the wreckage of her climax.

"Just hold on, princess," Mike growled, his voice vibrating through her from behind. "I’m not done playing with you yet."