Wet Blog

My bladder is so full. I wanna sit on your lap, straddling you. We're fully clothed and making out. Your tongue and lips are so soft against mine. Your hands are on either side of my waist with your thumbs softly pressing in on my bladder. It makes me squirm with desperation but the more I squirm the more friction I put on my clit. I dry hump you in ernest while trying to keep it in but you keep pressing. More and more pressure. The feeling of release keeps building. I cry out as I squirt once, twice, leaving dark spots on my jeans to slowly spead as I keep humping you. It's too much. You're pressing your entire hand against my bladder now, whispering what a good girl I am and that it's okay to relax. I do. A steady stream begins and a torrent of urin soaks through my panties and denim and into your lap. A pool forms between our soaked pussies and grows larger until it overflows onto the floor. I keep pissing. It feels so good and warm.