My breath is caught in my throat and my nails digging into his back.

Is there a line we shouldn't cross?

I really can't tell, because I'm sure we've crossed it all from the moment I clung to him, and the moment I peed on his cock.

The lines and boundaries are no longer existent as the water feels like a secret now, warm and forbidden, hiding everything below the surface.

His cock slides out from between my pussy lips and slide in again, pushing my lips apart and making its place ...