I started having sex in the bathroom

Suddenly, a voice startled me: “What are you doing?”

I jumped and turned around to see Trish standing right behind me. He was only wearing a towel.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, flustered.

“I needed to use the bathroom,” he replied. “I saw you doing something.”

Caught off guard, I blurted out, “Can’t you see what I’m doing? Do you have any manners?”

He chuckled, “Well, it seems the thief is threatening the watchman here!”

“No, that’s not true,” I retorted. “You go pee; I’ll finish what I’m doing.”

The truth was, I wanted to see his penis. I thought if he had seen my vagina and anus, then I should get a look at his too.

“Are you going to stay here?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “What’s it to you? You’ve already seen me.”

He smirked, “Okay.” Then, he dropped his towel, revealing himself completely. His penis was much larger and thicker than I had imagined, swaying like a thick snake. He grabbed his erect penis and began to urinate. I was amazed at the amount of urine that came out of such a large organ. After finishing, he wiped and stroked it.