I quickly put Sofia's panties in my pocket and ran my hands over her smooth hips, inviting her to squat down. She crouched down — I sat right in front. She had to spread her legs immediately, but my knees didn’t let her.

We both knew why we were there. We both were nervous and eager to start this embarrassing but exciting process. I loved giving her a feeling of embarrassment and encouraged her to get over it. Sonya was squatting with her legs spread wide, with the pussy all bare, looking straight into my eyes, waiting for some action or words from me.

She then embraced me again with her arms around my shoulders. And I smoothly but firmly lifted her dress edge, bringing her to her knees. Her wet and shaved pussy met my gaze. Seeing me shamelessly staring there, she tried to get her knees together but couldn't.

“C’mon, hon, don't hide it. Show me...” I whispered, gently wrapping my left arm around her thin neck.

I ran my right hand in her crotch, touching her tender flesh with all my fingers. I made several gentle circular movements, enjoying her nudity.

“Oh... I can't wait anymore, ouch...” She stumbled a little, but I held onto her.

“C’mon, sweetie, do it...” I buzzed, tickling her ass and swollen lips, carefully penetrating my middle finger deep in between.

“Your hand’s there. I can't!”

“Sure you can... You'll piss right on my fingers! You did it before, remember?”

“Well, I can't do it now...”

“I'll help you! I will gently stroke your shameless puss.”

She was ashamed of my words, especially dabbling sounds, but she couldn't hold back. Besides, she knew arguing with me at such moments was pointless. 

And I continued:

“I want to feel your hot squirt! I wanna touch and caress your pussy while you're peeing, crouching down like a shameless bitch.”

Sofia took a deep breath and exhaled, then leaned slightly towards me and, pressing tightly against me, started peeing. I heard a quiet, distinct hissing sound — the stream poured out of her pussy —  unforgettable! After a moment, I felt a hot moisture spreading out of her vagina.

I went crazy, playing with my fingers in that waterfall. Sometimes I let her urine hit the grass, but then I caught it again. The tiniest drops scattered around, watering her juicy hips and ass.

“Hey, wait for me! I can't go that fast. My shoes are rubbing!” a female voice shouted from nowhere.

My peeing girl flinched and briefly interrupted the process, but I kept quiet. Within a second, that familiar and exciting barely audible hiss reflected in my ear, and I resumed enjoying the process.

Incessantly, I fingered the pink petals of her inner lips, jerked off a small clitoris, and massaged it. At the same time, with my left arm wrapped around her neck, I lifted her head slightly so our lips met.

I noticed Sonya's eyes were closed — she melted like a marshmallow in my arms. My tongue penetrated her open mouth, meeting her soft tongue.

Gradually, she was almost over, and I began to massage her urethra with my finger so I could again feel a touch of warm moisture squeezing out of my woman.

When she was done, I could see her horny — she was all wet in her lube. I couldn't deny myself the pleasure of stroking her clit. I knew she loved it, so I didn't make her wait and immediately brought her to orgasm. Getting into the right rhythm, I stroked the clit until she cummed again. Pushing it hard, I felt the very moment.

“Good you are wearing a dress,” I said, kissing Sonya.

Of course, I didn't give her panties back! Sofia had to walk the rest of the way to the car, feeling the breeze with her juicy butt and pussy. I wouldn’t take them back until we got home. On our way, I kept pulling her dress up again and again. I touched her, ensuring her lovely pussy was still there. She was awesome, my charming Ukrainian girl.