So bladder desperation? I can help but imaging Peter being fucked by Chris Argent, all hard and driping, and all the while he can stop thinking about his full bladder and the way it hurts sooo good when Chris find his prostate An idea, if you like it! ;-)

ooooooohhhh shiiiiiiieeeet son :O

Like he’s getting fucked on all fours like the slut he is because he can’t be bothered to put any more work into it than literally just kneeling there and getting his cunt stretched out by Argent’s dick. He probably even is too lazy to keep on his elbows for too long and soon lies with his shoulders against the mattress, ass up and ready for Argent to give it to him.

Argent is complaining about him being a lazy bitch but he’s not stopping, is he? he doesn’t seem to be too annoyed to deep dick Peter as roughly as he can, getting more and more frustrated with how passive and decadent Peter is.

And his bladder situation isn’t as dire right from the beginning, right? It just kind of starts slowly getting worse, especially with how hard he’s getting jostled from behind, Argent’s dick pressing down on his plump prostate.

He doesn’t tell Argent he needs to piss like a racehorse. Of course he doesn’t, because that would involve him getting up (which isn’t gonna happen, he’s not in the mood to move), and he also kind of likes how it feels; the slight pain from his full bladder and how desperate it gets to just let go.

I bet when he does, he doesn’t even warn Argent. He’ll sigh and arch his back down and just stops holding it in; his urine a hard, warm spray, and Argent’s confused and then disgusted grunt music in his ears.