Since he had a table to himself with a tablecloth on it, and there was hardly anybody around, the closest being some yards away, Jake decided to piss in secret, under his table. He played his glans around her entrance, teasing her in return, before sliding in slowly, loving the feeling as her tight, soaking wet pussy hugged him from the inside, caressing him inch by wonderful inch. Her orgasm triggers his, as he feels her cunt walls squeeze out every last drop of his milky-white goodness. His pants fell, just as her shirt was pulled open and yanked off. Suddenly, he was naked, while Carissa still had her skirt on. Over the mild drone of chatting and muzak and the constant clack of silverware on dishes and glasses clinking, Jake could barely even hear the sound of his piss as it covered the carpet between his feet and almost immediately started to cool. It didn’t take him long before he came, in a white-hot blaze of glory, spraying his jizz all over the puddle he had
