What do you think would happen if Xichun wakes up in the middle of the night and badly needs to piss? I think her squirming would stir a sleeping Sinclair awake, who would want a nice drink to ease his parched throat from the intense baby-making sessions they’ve been having. Xichun would whisper shyly in his ear that she needs to use the toilet, but Sinclair wouldn’t want to let her go, saying she won’t be leaving his arms tonight and that there’s nothing too private between them. That would prompt Xichun to ask if he’d drink her piss if he really meant that, and Sinclair would stutter for a while before mumbling that yes, he would. She’d lift the blankets and climb over him, moaning softly while squatting her sweaty, post-sex body over his face as Sinclair stares at his messy cum slowly oozing out of her impregnated baby hole. The first dribbles of her hot nectar would trickle out before Xichun would suddenly gasp, a gush of piss spraying out in a heavy stream as Sinclair hastily opens his mouth, accepting her lewd taste into his body but struggling to gulp it down faster than she can let it out. Sinclair’s mind would haze over, his senses clouding with the lewd mingling smell of piss, love fluids and their sweat as he slowly gets hard again, realising that there was actually something he liked drinking better than milk. Xichun would blush and impale herself onto him once more as he confesses this to her, her body weight sinking down on him as he moans and swallows the last gulp of her juices, begging her not to let anyone taste her piss but him.