Devon stood in the dimly lit room, his white tight boxers clinging to his skin, the fabric stretched taut over his large bulge. It pulsed with every breath, a clear outline that demanded attention. Iris, her eyes wide and innocent, stared at it, her curiosity bubbling over. She was new to this, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement, her submissive nature pulling her closer. Iris dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs as she looked up. 'What's that?' she whispered, her voice shaky, pointing at the prominent swell. Devon smirked, his dominant personality taking over, his hands rough as he grabbed her head. 'This is what a real man has,' he growled, pulling her face toward his crotch. He rubbed his bulge against her cheek, the heat seeping through the fabric onto her skin. Iris gasped, her breath hot against him, her innocence cracking under the pressure. She tried to pull back, but his grip tightened, forcing her to stay pressed against it. 'Feel it,' he commanded, grinding harder, his bulge throbbing as it dragged across her lips. Iris's heart raced, her body responding despite her confusion, a wetness building between her legs. She moaned softly, the sound muffled against the fabric, her mouth opening instinctively as he held her there. Devon's free hand slid down to adjust himself, making the bulge even more pronounced. 'You're gonna learn today,' he said, his voice low and aggressive. Iris whimpered, her face flushed, the scent of his arousal filling her senses. He pressed harder, rubbing back and forth, the friction making him groan. Suddenly, he held her still, his body tensing. 'Don't move,' he ordered, and a warm stream soaked through his boxers, hitting her face. Iris froze as the piss sprayed out, soaking her skin, the hot liquid dripping down her cheeks and neck. It smelled sharp, tasted salty as some trickled into her mouth, and she gagged at first, then strangely craved more, her submission deepening. Devon's eyes gleamed with dominance as he kept her pressed there, the stream continuing, marking her. Iris's mind spun, her body alive with forbidden sensations, every nerve ending on fire. She didn't pull away, instead, her hands clutched his legs tighter, urging him on, even as the piss pooled on the floor beneath them. The room echoed with their heavy breaths, the wet sounds of his actions filling the air. Iris felt exposed, her clothes sticking to her now, her pussy aching with unmet need. Devon finally eased up, but his hold lingered, a promise of more to come.