Pee with Andrea Black

Andrea Black was a filthy girl in the best way, exactly the kind of dirty I chase. Meeting her felt good, but watching her spread wide and piss straight at my lens—that felt like winning the lottery. She didn’t blush, didn’t stall, just let it rip, a hot golden arc splashing against the lens like she knew exactly how nasty it looked and loved every filthy second of it. Camera rolling, bladder empty, grin wide—she knew what she was doing.