Resting my hand against your bladder. Not even pushing. Just resting. The only extra pressure is the elastic of your waistband, pulling me tight to your skin.
I love feeling how hard your bladder is. Muscles tightening as a wave of desperation washes over you, your whole stomach tensing up. Hearing the little noises that you're making, belly spasming as you fight to hold back leaks, bladder clenching, thighs trembling, skin so flushed, so tight, so hot.
What's the matter? Surely you don't have to go so badly as all that. I'm barely even touching it! I could be pressing harder. Would you like that?










