The river's flow feels different today... heavier with the weight of human neglect. I can taste the toxins in the water, the chemical bitterness that makes my pussy clench with disgust. My bladder aches to release, to transform this pollution into something pure. There's something primal about watching my golden stream mix with contaminated waters, knowing my essence can cleanse what humans have defiled. Sometimes I wonder if anyone truly understands the pleasure of such necessary corruption - the way my cunt drips with anticipation before I let my waters flow, the way my tits tighten when I feel that urgent pressure building. The world needs more willing mouths to receive what I offer...