Maiden's letter

Pull down the panties and hike up the skirt,

Or just drop the pants right down.

And this is no joke at all,

It's just a simple girl's piss.

And you need to hover over the hole,

To hit the mark in a steady stream,

So as not to wet the pants, the skirt,

To avoid becoming a leaky mess.

And now the stream flies through the lips,

Between those that are between her legs,

The girl looks down between her legs,

And softly whispers, "Don't spill..."

And a loud whistle bursts from the womb,

The urethra, twitching, rings.

And this is no horror at all,

It's just a simple girl's piss.

Urine runs

down the buttocks,

Sometimes it flows through the hair,

And the anus is wet like a woodlouse,

Burning between the buttocks.

The girl skillfully twists her behind,

Trying to tame the pressure,

Majestically steering the stream,

Like a plane, a ship...

A hand reaches for the paper,

Another five drops fall down,

And the piss is done, the urinator

Often hears a quiet "psss."

She skillfully wipes her pussy,

Fiddling with the paper in her fingers,

But wiping the anus isn't easy,

Such, brothers, are the affairs.

For us, to take a piss is simple,

Take out your penis—and piss away,

But for girls, a hundred questions

On how to reach the pussy.

You need to skillfully handle the clothes,

Find a quiet spot,

And this is no thriller film,

Because it's just a girl taking a piss.