Golden shower of vengeance

From a viewpoint both in front of and above, I observed Milly Alcock, with her long, white, blonde hair cascading down her back, lying on the floor. She wore a tight pink bra that was now wet from sweat or perhaps tears. Her firm, round breasts were visible under the bra, and she writhed in a pool of something—perhaps urine or another liquid. My massive cock throbbed as I stood over her, ready to fulfill my mission: to urinate on her face, which lay before me, exposed and vulnerable.