I’m having a day in bed and I’m feeling very chilled out. I have fresh sheets on my duvet, an incense stick burning on the table to fill the room with beautiful aromas, and a lamp on to give an intimate lighting. As for me, I’m completely naked, so that I can savour the relaxing atmosphere all the more. I make myself feel good, running my hands up and down my tanned body, massaging my pert tits and gently tweaking my nipples. I slide my fingers down my legs, all the way to my bare little feet, before moving them back up to my firm bum. I strike different poses to show myself off, first gett...

I’m having a day in bed and I’m feeling very chilled out. I have fresh sheets on my duvet, an incense stick burning on the table to fill the room with beautiful aromas, and a lamp on to give an intimate lighting. As for me, I’m completely naked, so that I can savour the relaxing atmosphere all the more. I make myself feel good, running my hands up and down my tanned body, massaging my pert tits and gently tweaking my nipples. I slide my fingers down my legs, all the way to my bare little feet, before moving them back up to my firm bum. I strike different poses to show myself off, first getting on all fours to give a very cheeky view of my bum, and then squatting on my haunches and spreading my legs wide to reveal my tight shaved pussy. All this writhing around is really turning me on, and whenever I start feeling aroused, it is never long before my mind wanders towards the thought of a nice hot wetting. And with clean fresh sheets in the bed, I decide that this would be the perfect time. With my legs spread, I let go, and release a powerful golden jet right on to the dry bedcovers, which are soon soaked through. But it feels so incredible that the jet keeps on coming, and I get onto my hands and knees midflow, so that it squirts all over the soles of my feet and the backs of my shapely calves. I must have drank a lot of tea, because my bladder doesn’t seem to be any closer to being empty, and I have the most amazing time, wetting myself and the bed in lots of different positions. When I’m finally spent, I can’t resist the thrill of rolling around in my mess, patting my feet in the soaking puddle so that I can hear it squelching between my toes. That felt incredible. I think about getting up to have a shower, but I’m quite happy where I am. Besides...I don’t think I could get any wetter ;)