lazy Saturday morning omo where she wakes up needing to piss but wants to sleep in more, so she rolls over and ignores her need. every time she’s pulled away from sleep, she just readjusts herself, first simply laying on her side with her legs together, but soon bunching up her blankets tight between her thighs. eventually, her bladder won’t let her go back to sleep fully, but she still doesn’t want to get up, still wants to relax and doze off, so she pulls the covers tighter and crosses her ankles for good measures. the pressure her legs feels good when she shifts and squeezes, and she soon has to in order to keep control. subtle thigh clenching becomes occasional rubbing and eventually desperate little ruts while she pulls the cover tighter up. when it reaches the point of really urgent, the level of desperation where she knows she’s going to start leaking soon if she doesn’t bolt now, she’s muffling moans in her pillow and humping the blanket from more than just desperation. her thin pyjama shorts are wet long before she leaks, sticking to her quivering pussy and swollen little clit. every time it rubs on the covers, she feels herself pulse inside and add to the wetness. when she first leaks, she doesn’t even feel the difference because of how wet she already is, only experiencing a flash of heat before it joins with the rest. gasping, she crosses her legs, the cover still trapped between them, and hastens her pace. when the drops turn to full spurts, she only doubles down on her grinding. heat rises inside her with every thrust against the wet material and every pulse of warmth. there’s a growing wet spot on the blankets, one that’s approaching real troublesome to deal with, but she’s too turned on and too close to care. she keeps spurting, keeps humping and biting down breathless little gasps of pleasure, and every time it feels like a tantalizing glimpse of the orgasm building up. when she loses control for several long seconds, a loud hiss resonates and she almost panics, pulling the covers as tight as she can between her legs. the flow dims, is forced to stop by sheer pressure, she trembles, and then her muscles throb again, allowing another spurt out, and that’s when she finally comes. it takes her almost by surprise, and quite violently too. she gasps, tenses all over, and shivers, as her pussy uncontrollably throbs and clenches down. she humps hard and fast with no rhythm or reason, rubbing her clit right into the covers, as she squirts and gushes all over them. by the time pleasure starts receding, she’s shaking and unable to keep holding at all. she finally empties the rest of her bladder, letting go of all the tension in her body, allowing it to happen now that it’s too late anyways. she gently grinds through it, savouring the aftershocks and the relief of finally letting go.
