A Hot Sample Of Warm Urine!

Dr. Icy's eyeing Laura with that clinical smirk, says he needs a urine sample to keep this exam rolling. He shoves a beaker her way—'Do your best to fill this bad boy up.' Laura? She's been holding it in, no sweat. She squats low, unleashes a mighty golden torrent that blasts right into the glass. Fills it up in seconds, with splashes flying everywhere—warm rivulets trickling down her thighs, pooling on the stark white tiles. Once the last drops hit, they're both grinning like they nailed it. Success, baby.