She peed a little

I think some of this is pee,
but, fuck it,
don't stop jerking this dildo
and don't stop making the juices flow
from her pussy onto the plastic curtain we put on the
     floor because of exactly this.
"Some of this might be pee," she managed to blurt and
     mumble between moans and heaving breaths.
"Fuck it!  We're here," and I keep jerking that dildo and
     jiggling the plug in her ass, because you
     don't stop the pleasure right at the climax, you
     please your way to another, higher form of climax
     that blends your mind-body into a unified,
     sensational being making a cocktail of urine, sweat,
     tears of ecstasy and orgasmic discharge.  
These aren't my orgasms, they are hers for her
     because we love each other, why would I stop until
     told?