Valentina Lux - Piss for my two street dogs

Her long brown hair flowed behind her in waves, swaying gently as she moved. She had a firm grip on the leash, keeping the dogs from pulling too hard on her. She could tell they were anxious, eager to see what she had in store for them. "Now, now," she cooed softly, giving the leash a tug. "We're going to have some fun, but first things first." She led the dogs around the corner to the alleyway, pulling them to a stop in front of a large, graffiti-covered wall. Without another word, she knelt down and placed one of the bowls in front of her. Grabbing her dress, she pushed it up, revealing the lacy black panties she wore underneath. "Drink up, boys," she purred, spreading her legs slightly. "My mistress's piss is just what you need." The dogs eyed her warily at first, but as they caught the scent of the liquid, their tongues began to loll out of their mouths. Slowly, they lowered their heads into the bowl, lapping up the salty tang of her pee. The older dog, a grizzled mutt with one eye missing, seemed to understand what was happening. He looked up at Valentina, his tail wagging slowly, and licked his chops. Meanwhile, the younger dog, a scrappy little thing with big ears and a wagging tail, drank eagerly, his little body shaking with excitement. As they finished drinking, Valentina leaned forward, smiling. "See?" she murmured, ruffling their fur. "It wasn't so bad, was it? Now it's my turn." With that, she slipped her hand into her panties, grasping her pussy tightly. With one swift movement, she lifted her hips off the ground, letting a stream of warm urine spill into the bowl. "Drink up, boys," she commanded again, her voice thick with desire. "Prove to me that you're worthy of your mistress's love." The dogs looked up at her, their eyes bright with anticipation. Valentina's heart thrummed in her chest as they began to lap at the pee once more, their tongues swirling around hers. She could feel the warmth spreading between her legs, the scent of their musk filling the alleyway. "That's a good boy," she purred, running her hand over the older dog's head. "You both are. Now let's see how you handle the real thing." With that, she stood up, grabbing the leash again. She led the dogs deeper into the alley, past a pile of trash cans. As they reached the end, she pushed them down into the dirt, hard. "Stay," she ordered, going to stand behind them. Her heart pounded in her chest as she positioned herself behind the dogs, her panties slipping to the side to expose her moist pussy. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the older dog, feeling his thick cock pierce through her folds. The younger dog watched, eagerly licking his chops. "Suck it up, boy," she murmured, grabbing the back of the younger dog's head. "You're gonna get your turn soon enough." And so she rode the older dog, their grunts and moans mixing together in a raucous symphony of pleasure. The younger dog watched intently, his eyes never leaving her. Valentina beamed, her heart filled with pride. She loved her street dogs, and she loved the way they worshipped her. As she reached her climax, her body shivering with pleasure, she felt the younger dog nuzzle against her leg. "Yes," she gasped, her voice thick with desire. "Yes, my little puppy. Show me what you've got."