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Heard y’all like piss desperation, me too <3

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And to break in finally opening, here's me "breaking" and "finally opening".

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I really just couldn't hold it any longer

password is Fullbladdertime

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She’s struggling!!!!

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I'm really hoping this posts

This is just desperation! No peeing in this video but there will be in future videos!

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Test

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Testing

Titled Leggings

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Snuppa can’t get her shoes off.

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Tied in my pants, big accident. Password = letmesee

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You should play this

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Desperation Scale

I found this online, and it’s my favourite one to use. :)

0: No urge to pee whatsoever; thus, your bladder is very empty, or you’re completely not thinking about it.

1: The slightest of urges, not enough to actually distract you from anything.

2: The first feeling of a clear urge. Still comfortable.

3: A clear urge that remains whenever you’re not doing anything interesting.

4: The kind of urge that starts to be uncomfortable.

5: You’re aware of the urge almost constantly, and really feel like you should be doing something about it. Usually a bit of shifting, squeezing thighs together

6: At this point, you’re very well aware of the urge. It’s enough for you start squirming or fidgeting more consistently, maybe crossing legs.

7: You are almost certainly feeling the urge to squirm and fidget constantly. Tightly crossed legs. You’re thoughts are basically: ‘gotta pee gotta pee!’

8: You are `bursting’. You know you can’t hold much longer. Can’t sit still easily if at all, maybe using a hand to help.

9: At this point, you’re not wetting just yet, but you’re close to it. Maybe leaking. Doing everything to hold.

10: You’re peeing.

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did you know preening others’s feathers is a mating ritual for some types of of bird?

Imagine a sweet little angel having a hard time reaching behind them to preen their own feathers, so their human friend offers unknowingly to help them with it— the angel accepts their help because if they deny it then they’d have to explain why, and that would be embarrassing, so they decide to just endure. The human proceeds to do their very best to take care of them— gently straightening their feathers, massaging their muscles, combing out the debris, their touch so torturously slow but firm… the angel is losing their mind, stifling moans and gasps, face hot. Their cunt is wet, or their cock is hard, however you like— either way they’re absolutely leaking with arousal after an hour or so. But because their friend is sitting behind them, they just hope that they aren’t able to see just how hot and bothered they’ve gotten. When the preening is finished the angel is desperate to mate, and their human friend finally pays more attention and puts two and two together about how they’re acting. Naturally, seeing that their friend is in need, they take it upon themself to mate with them and relieve that desperation.

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uh oh

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The man next to you on the train is grinding his cunt into the seat. He thinks that he is being subtle, but you recognizes the minuscule movements in how he shifts so that the rumbling of the train thrums fully through the swollen, desperate meat of his cocklet and folds.

You are very familiar with this route. There is a particularly rough - and exquisitely delightful - section of track just up ahead. You shut your eyes and let your head fall back, and hear his breaths quicken even as you make your own slow.

He lets his guard down when he thinks you are asleep; you hear soft squeaking from the seat as he shoves himself down harder, and then a squeak from him. You can’t blame him - the train has hit the rough tracks, and it feels very, very good.

But his soft embarrassed noises are better yet, and best of all is the sight of his writhing when you seem it safe to open your eyes.

He doesn’t notice.

His eyes are half-closed and dazed, the poor slutty creature. He is biting down on the side of his thumb to muffle his needy whimpers. He notices nothing but the delicious rumble through his dripping wet cunt - he is shivering from it, his legs are quivering and spreading.

But the rough tracks don’t go on long enough.

You know it well; he does not. He finds out only when they end, and he whines aloud in desperate denial, and looks up in horror with his hand clapped guiltily over his mouth - and sees you watching him with a smile.

You put a hand on his knee.

He goes pink and bites his lip cutely, but he doesn’t pull away. He looks at you with such wide eyes, as you lean in close and whisper, “Do you want to come?”

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i had to go so bad but i didn’t want to stop watching my movie! i kept holding until i was leaking, but i couldn’t get up anymore bc i had to go so bad. i shoved a towel between my legs and had a full uncontrollable accident on my bed 🙈

full video here!

pw: charleeomo

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i truly held it as long as I possibly could but my bladder gave out:(

i was just a few meters from the toilet but i couldn't even stand anymore so i just collapsed on the floor while leaking a little and put the camera on.... it didn't even take long and it was already dripping on the floor how embarrassing >///<