You are waiting in my kitchen for something naughty - or maybe perfectly normal - to happen. Yes, you have that slight view from below that you like so much. There I am, making tea and generally doing stuff that one does in a kitchen - like preparing food.

Then you notice a darkness appearing between my legs. It's not a from a science fiction movie, it's... warm. It creeps into my jeans, spreads into the fabric and warms up my crotch. It tingles on the inside, creating wet friction at my pussy lips.

You feel that I don't wear panties underneath, that the pee is coming out ...

You are waiting in my kitchen for something naughty - or maybe perfectly normal - to happen. Yes, you have that slight view from below that you like so much. There I am, making tea and generally doing stuff that one does in a kitchen - like preparing food.

Then you notice a darkness appearing between my legs. It's not a from a science fiction movie, it's... warm. It creeps into my jeans, spreads into the fabric and warms up my crotch. It tingles on the inside, creating wet friction at my pussy lips.

You feel that I don't wear panties underneath, that the pee is coming out directly into the jeans.

I am a foodaholic. I need to eat all the time. My relief comes from eating, not peeing this time. But that wetness from my crotch is just not stopping. You sit directly below when it streams towards you.

You can enjoy the view of pee lighting up the jeans again and again and just imagine how it would be to enter... my kitchen in the morning...