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2021082301 - Can you help me out? I need another hand to reach orgasm
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Me crying out and cursing to myself again. Had to do a liquor store run on my way to a friend's house. I got SOOOOOOOOO close to holding it all the way. About 2/3 through my wetting a pickup truck filled with landscapers pulled up and I just about died. Right there. On the hot blacktop in my own pissy puddle. But I'd be lying if I said that it didn't turn me on more. After this I tried to dry off but the clock was ticking so I had to go into the store looking like that with my SOPPING wet slides squeaking and squirting out piss as I fought to keep them on my feet. I left little trails all over the store. It's one of those grotty liquor stores with an old man bar in the back and I was VERY aware of all the eyes following me. eek!😳 Also, these are my crotchless leggings. They were my fave but got snagged and the crotch started ripping out if them. They are now COMPLETELY useless but I love them anyway. The thighs and crotch are completely gone now. Couple this with the fact that I rarely wear knickers and I feel naughty and turned on ALLLL day when I wear them. This is the same outfit I wore in my accident by the side of the interstate in the rain. Hope everyone had a WET weekend. XO InShot_20210809_143035563.mp4
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Suuuuuuuper long day at work. Meetings started hours before I even left the house. Days like this I can't unwind. I get home too late and all wound up still and then very few things can take the edge off enough for me to fall asleep at a somewhat decent hour. A cool shower, a jazz cigarette, some serious reading, wetting myself, a cocktail, NyQuil ( ew), cumming. Tonight I had 4 of these🤫. You guess! First thing I do at the office every day is check mail, make a 2nd cup of coffee for the day and fill my water bottles from the cooler. I fill up (4) 1L water bottles every morning and line them up on my desk. The goal is to drink 3 there and take one home at the end of the day to finish my day and start my morning with. So I quickly did that then settled in to work. And work, I did. I only stopped to make more coffee. When I get like this I forget to go pee. Because my bladder is such a steel trap I can forget it's there. Even when it's knocking. My Fitbit reminds me to get up and move hourly and if it weren't for that I might not ever go. And so on the way to the ladies room I'd have a minute for my mind to wander and inevitably it would say " you have to pee, hurry up, hurry, you have to go bad". And I'd listen bc there was no time for Tom foolery. But also I'd be turned on. I'd wipe after peeing and realize my pussy was flooded and slippery. And it wasn't pee 😏So then I'd think about being horny and feel my clit throb but then get right back to work. Repeat that for 14 hours. But with the seal broken now. So I'm holding, peeing, getting all wet , every half hour. So yeah, I NEEDED this accident tonight. I stacked the deck. I saved more water than usual for late in the day. I got in my car , started to drive away and said- NOPE, GO BACK! When I zoomed in I cropped out the door. But if you turn the volume way way up you can hear me struggling and cursing it. There were other doors, yes, but no time for that run. My key to this door was in my purse on the floor if the car but I spaced when I ran for it. Besides, no time for that. Every second counted. I was gushing piss as I fought that door. So um, yeah. Hope y'all had an equally wet Tuesday 😘 Oh, and PS- I luvvvvvvvvvv these dresses. I lived in them this summer. But I need a strapless bra with them. And strapless bras suck donkey dick. Classy, I know. But that's how horribly uncomfortable they are. So, I wore the bra to work but ditched it within the first hour. Again, it's just me at work. Nobody else even on the floor. So unless it's the mailman or housekeeping nobody sees me. So I reached down into my dress, unhooked that puppy and cracked myself up by throwing it across the office. "Fuck it" , I said. And y'all know how I feel about knickers alreadyyyyyy. Finit InShot_20210817_230209477.mp4
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Another day, another dream 😏 I've been holding since 1pm. Squirming since about 330. So much coffee today. An errand after work. Lots of people . This is my sailboat dress. I own two. I love them. The men out number the woman here about 3 to 1. No idea why. But I'm not complaining today. What are the odds somebody watching is turned on? There are 2 vans filled with college aged or similar sport-os of some sort. They are terrifying but also exciting. Terrifying bc boys in groups are vocal and cruel and not sympathetic, exciting bc well, they're also overflowing with hormones. Eeeeek! I was leaking in the car and had to just run for it. Please excuse the car beeping and my fat knees. 🤗Ugh. I am racing home to, uh, finish the job there. (Somebody here had asked for a cotton panty shot so I tried at the end with absolute zero success. Flash of green. Completely not in frame. Sorry guy. I'll work on it.) 07.31 rest stop sailboat dress.mp4
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Caveat: *I'm new here( less than a week) and still not sure where I am supposed to post things. Someone told me here was better than the Topic area I was posting under...If this IS better please LMK so I can repost my others. Thanks EVERYONE, XO* I normally keep late office hours. I knew I had the itch that day and found myself able to leave at a decent hour. My drive home is 15 minutes max. That doesn't give me a big window to make magic happen in. So for drives home I tell myself if it happens, it happens. I was VERY squirmy but bc I can holds foreverrrrrrr I figured I would make it home safely and was resigned. Well. That was the day they put the speed bumps in. Does anybody else LOSE it on a speed bump? If you're really really full and you hit a speed bump it's like a teensy orgasm but also kinda painful bc it really pushes and combined it is absolute heaven. Sigh. So after 3 speed bumps and sitting at 2 lights I was DONE. I parked my car at an intersection and then had to make it about 400 feet to the deli. I think you know where this is going... Before I got out of the car I am already leaking. I am walking funny bc of it. So there I was on a median in an intersection, DYING. A slow, sweet delicious death. Oh, and go find a speed bump everybody. Thank me later. XO InShot_20210721_155056203.mp4
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Another long one I HAD to cut down for file size. Booooo. Out for a toodle. Some shopping, the library, a fancy coffee, the usual. I circled this goddamn parking lot for 90 seconds in absolute agony waiting for a family walking their teensy dog at the mall to move along. Cursing and telling myself it's gonna be ok, lol. They got in their car and I ran for it but didn't make it far. You can see my ass is already wet before I step into frame. There were 3 separate cars with adults in them waiting to pickup their steaks that I didn't notice until after the fact. At about 30 seconds you can HEAR one of them get out of their car. And I kinda freeze up as they walk past , stage left. I squeezed the hot piss out of my jeans before my drive home but I just kept dripping. Those poor loafers had to be drained twice in 20 minutes! I think this is like 3L in... Oh yeah, and please enjoy my Canadian tuxedo. And smiley face. This is all very new ( less than a week) and I've yet to figure out how to hide my grill. Tips welcome. XO InShot_20210727_160304654.mp4
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I normally keep late office hours. I knew I had the itch that day and found myself able to leave at a decent hour. My drive home is 15 minutes max. That doesn't give me a big window to make magic happen in. So for drives home I tell myself if it happens, it happens. I was VERY squirmy but bc I can holds foreverrrrrrr I figured I would make it home safely and was resigned. Well. That was the day they put the speed bumps in. Does anybody else LOSE it on a speed bump? If you're really really full and you hit a speed bump it's like a teensy orgasm but also kinda painful bc it really pushes and combined it is absolute heaven.🤩 Sigh. So after 3 speed bumps and sitting at 2 lights I was DONE. I parked my car at an intersection and then had to make it about 400 feet to the deli. I think you know where this is going... Before I got out of the car I am already leaking. I am walking funny bc of it. So there I was on a median in an intersection, DYING. A slow, sweet delicious death. Oh, and go find a speed bump everybody. Thank me later. XO InShot_20210721_155056203.mp4
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Margaret laid her empty mug on the coffee table and wrapped up warm to de-ice her car. For the second time this year she faced her final day of work before lockdown and she needed to make it count. Government support was better than nothing but didn’t fully compensate for all she could be making as a busy driving instructor. She’d changed career late in life after the kids had grown up and her beloved husband had died. Driving had always been her escape but she hadn’t realised how much it would help her overcome the horrendous loneliness that had overwhelmed her so often. The thought of another few months in lockdown was depressing but there was nothing she could do about it. Scraping ice off her windows she looked forward to at least getting some company in her own car for a while. She just hoped the roads would be gritted as some of her clients today were definitely not confident to drive on slippery surfaces. Wondering if she should pop back into the house for one final toilet trip she decided time wasn’t on her side and she wasn’t really needing yet anyway. By the end of her first lesson she was already wondering if that was a good choice since the mug of tea was certainly making its presence known in her body. By the end of the second lesson at 11:15 she was already thinking where might be open on route to the next client’s house. Finding nowhere easily accessible so plodded on and picked up Mrs Clappington. As always she was full of news of the village and political rants and before she knew it Margaret was dropping her back home an hour later having at least got her to stop talking long enough to learn how to reverse around a corner successfully. By now Margaret always scheduled a break where she headed home for a warm cuppa and a quick sandwich for lunch but with this being the last day (again) before lockdown she was far too busy to stop. She did at least manage to open a bottle of water and drink some to help keep her going. As she screwed the lid back on and placed the bottle in the door storage Margaret shifted in her seat as her bladder reminded her it needed emptied. Checking her diary Margaret smiled at the realisation she was due to pick up Samuel next for a double lesson. One of her favourite current clients he was a lovely older man just a few years younger than herself who had decided learning to drive would make seeing his son only at university easier. Like her he admitted one day that lockdown had been hard for him living alone. That wasn’t the only thing they had in common either as both were more on the larger side too, both had older grown up children and when the radio played quietly one day ‘Bridge over troubled water’ by Simon and Garfunkel and Samuel hummed along Margaret couldn’t help but smile. The only awkward thing today was that all the usual places Margaret could stop at for a quick toilet break were all closed. The library was a common one but it hadn’t reopened since the first lockdown. The petrol station she already knew no longer allowed customers to use their bathroom because of the virus and her final thought, the big supermarket, had a long socially distanced queue just to get in. As she pulled up and parked outside Samuel’s a fleeting thought passed through Margaret’s mind. Maybe she could ask Samuel if she could use his bathroom? Quickly dismissing that as far too forward she tooted her horn and squeezed her muscles as she waited on Samuel coming out to the car. ‘Hi, you suit that dress! How are you doing?’ Margaret smiled as Sam climbed into the drivers seat. Pushing her flowery dress down over her knees she replied, ‘Oh thanks. I’ve had this one for many years but decided since it was my last day today it would be nice to wear a dress for once. I’m fine. What about you? When you are ready and you feel it’s safe if you want to pull out and turn left at the first junction please.’ Watching Samuel adjust the seat, check his mirrors, signal, and slowly manoeuvre the car out, Margaret wriggled on the seat beside him as he casually replied that he was well. As he concentrated on driving Margaret watched him closely whilst crossing her legs at her ankles and tensing her upper leg muscles, thankful he didn’t require her to use the duel controls. She hoped Samuel would understand but she intended on taking him a tour of anywhere she could think that might have a toilet she could use, even if that meant having to drive past her own house, which she never ever revealed to clients for her own safety. As Samuel hesitantly turned left Margaret wriggled more and leaned forwards. Hoping he didn’t notice anything wrong she took a breath then gave him his next instruction. ‘Carry on straight until the next roundabout. I want you to bear in mind that there could be black ice and remember all the hazards we spoke about previously: pedestrians, cyclists, animals and other unexpected hazards. You are doing great though. Well done.’ ‘Next stop’, she thought to herself, is the big retail park with the huge Tesco. I’ll say we are practicing parking then run in and use the toilets. Samuel drove steadily and carefully as Margaret continued to direct him to the retail park as she wriggled more in her chair, hoping Samuel couldn’t see. ‘If you could take the first left at the roundabout please Samuel.’ ‘Into the retail park?’ ‘Emmm. Yes. I thought it would be good practice to try parking today.’ Samuel indicated but seemed hesitant and nervous which only served to increase Margaret’s desire to find a bathroom. Trying to remain calm, patient, and professional she smiled, encouraged him and spoke gently. ‘Watch the roundabout carefully. Remember what we talked about at previous roundabouts. Look for a safe gap and pay attention to all the vehicles as they move around and indicate. If one vehicle indicates to come off at the junction you are on then you know they will block the others coming on and you can go. Look see how that just happened with that red van? Don’t be hurried and only go when you feel confident.’ Inside Margaret longed to take over, even considering utilising the duel controls but she knew this would panic Samuel and that was the last thing she wanted to do. Leaning forward again she tapped a leg in frustration and desperation as Samuel finally found the courage to enter the roundabout and take the turning for the park. As he followed the road around, stalling twice at speed bumps because he’d never done them before, Margaret wanted to cry. Not only would it take Samuel an age to park the car but she could already see as they drove nearer the entrance that Tesco had a long queue outside due to restrictions too. Sighing she bounced in her seat and tried to think where else might have a loo she could use. Forgetting Samuel didn’t know where to go she was surprised to see him indicate and turn down a dead end lane in the car park. ‘Where are you going Samuel?’ ‘I was looking for a space to park in. You said I was to try parking.’ Not wanting to say she had forgotten she turned in her seat to help hold her bladder and looked around. ‘If you head up to the end of the row Samual where there’s more empty spaces then try driving into one. I’ll keep you right.’ It took Samuel three pain staking agonising attempts to park between the lines, by which time Margaret was sweating and very antsy. Finding herself getting uncharacteristically grumpy with a very uncomfortably full bladder Margaret finally directed Samuel to reverse out the space and head back to the roundabout as she realised there was a Costa Coffee close by and she could run and use the bathrooms there. She had to be extra patient as Samuel lost his nerve once again at the roundabout and stalled the car just as he could have gone, much to Margaret’s annoyance. As she sighed audibly Samual seemed to sense something was wrong. ‘Sorry. I’m so nervous today and I keep making mistakes. Are you angry with me?’ ‘No. No. It’s not you Samuel. It’s just...it’s just the traffic seems heavier than I anticipated and I shouldn’t have brought you out this way quite so soon. You are doing so well though. I tell you what, let’s pull in at the coffee place along here and take a minute to talk about how you are doing. How does that sound?’ ‘Ok’ ‘Take the first exit here. Then at the next roundabout it’s straight ahead. You think you can manage that? Remember left lane for straight ahead and wait until you feel ready.’ Margaret glanced at the road and then Samuel, who was concentrating hard. Bunching up her dress she made a fist with her hand and pressed between her legs hoping he wouldn’t see. She desperately needed him to get her to the coffee shop before her bladder burst. Tapping her flat black shoes on the car floor she fidgeted as Samuel drove. Finally he pulled into the drive through and she sensed his anxiety once again. ‘Do you want me to try parking again?’ ‘Yes please. Make sure you have plenty of space, turn wide and drive slowly in, like we just practiced at Tesco.’ Samuel passed three available spaces near the door and headed right to the furthest away part of the car park where there were more free spaces. While Margaret knew this was sensible her bladder ached and she wished Samuel could have been much nearer the shop. Finally he pulled in and put the car in neutral, though he wasn’t straight or far enough forwards. ‘Turn off the engine would you please Samuel. Thanks.’ Opening her door Margaret noticed the front wheel was over the yellow line but as an urgent wave of need hit her she had to grab between her legs as she faced away from Samuel. ‘You are errr, not very straight Samuel but if you would just excuse me for a moment I’ll be right back!’ Closing the door Margaret walked briskly towards the entrance, grimacing in desperation. Pushing the front door and finding it locked she wanted to cry. Then seeing a note on the door she signed and gasped. ‘Drive through only due to current Covid restrictions. Thank you for your understanding.’ Racing back to the car Margaret wished she was alone and not with a client, especially Samuel. Climbing back in Samuel looked her right in the eye. ‘Is everything ok?’ ‘Yes....actually no. Can I reschedule your lesson until after lockdown? It’s just that something very urgent has come up and I need to head home. I won’t charge you for this lesson. Is that ok?’ ‘Are you ok Margaret? Nothing serious has happened has it?’ ‘Not yet but it will very very soon. Do you know the way from here back to your house or do you need me to direct? I am very sorry about this. It’s an emergency unfortunately.’ Despondently Samuel replied, ‘I know the way.’ Unable to sit still at all, but trying nonetheless, Margaret wriggled and bounced as her face reddened. Samuel started the car again, slowly reversed out the parking bay and headed back out to the main road. Sitting at a red traffic light he looked over at Margaret who had one knee bent inwards and a hand rubbing her thigh. ‘I’m a good listener if you need someone to talk to.’ Margaret moaned before replying. ‘I know. It’s just a very private matter. You know, personal.’ ‘I understand’ Ten frantic minutes later Samuel parked outside his home and turned the engine off. Undoing his seatbelt he looked over at Margaret who hadn’t spoken since the traffic lights as she now sat very awkwardly with her thighs tight together and leaning forwards. Samuel thought how beautiful she looked again in her floral dress, her fuller curvy figure the very type he enjoyed. Sensing her tension he rested a hand on her upper leg as he said goodbye. ‘I’ve never seen you like this Margaret. I hope you’ll be ok.’ Flushed, beyond desperate and feeling dribbles in her underpants, Margaret gasped and pressed a fist in her crotch. Muttering to herself, forgetting how close Samuel was, she finally let her guard down. ‘Once I finally get to pee I’ll be fine. I can’t hold this any more. I really can’t.’ ‘Oh Margaret! Why ever didn’t you say! Come into mine for goodness sake and use my toilet! Was that why you rushed out at the coffee place?’ Nodding embarrassingly with both fists now between her legs and rocking on the seat pressing against her hands Margaret muttered breathlessly. ‘Yes. Yes it was. Sane at Tesco. I was bursting before I even picked you up!’ Racing around to the passenger side Samuel opened the passenger door and put his hand out to help his driving instructor out. But as Margaret stood up, and before Samuel could even close her door, a loud whoosh caused them both to look right at each other. With tearful eyes Margaret sucked her upper lip. Urine rolled out between Margaret’s legs dampening her flowery dress and soaking her nude tights. A large steaming puddle formed on the cold car park as Margaret stood still peeing. Samuel stood open mouthed, his hand still holding Margaret’s arm where he had helped her stand up. ‘Gosh you sure needed that!’ Margaret nodded silently while Samuel looked at his watch. Quietly he whispered to Margaret, ‘I know we’re not meant to have others come into our house but I reckon this is an emergency. My lesson has another hour and 15 minutes to go. I can wash and dry your clothes for you if you want to come in?’ ‘Yes please.’ ‘Woukd you like a cuppa while you wait?’ ‘That sound amazing. Thank you.’
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View File Desperate Explosion JG-382 clip This file originally came from DLJG-382 (I already Uploaded it) and is one of my favorite clips i have ever seen so i wanted to give it it's own little spotlight. Jav this clip came from Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/05/2020 Category JAV Collections
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Last night I got home from work desperate (as usual), but my roommate was in the shower. Decided to film what happened. https://drive.google.com/open?id=1XF4s1YUAjPKDvEQpQu3lnuCm-ULki1is
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