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When I was young, though I had a lot of accident, I never peed myself at school (apart from once, but it was not a complete accident). However it often happened to me to pee in my pants on the way back home from school, and even entering my house. I also remember a couple of friends having accidents coming back home from school. Has anyone else had similar experiences?

I am going to keep this thread going with all of my public wetting stories throughout the years. Originally, I was going to just post a new story separately every week but it makes more sense to just start a thread. I would love to chat with anybody with similar stories so please feel free to share your stories on here too. On with the first story: The first time I decided to pee my pants in school I was in second grade. Up until this day, I had only been wetting myself at home while sitting on the toilet wearing my underwear. That slowly evolved into wetting my underwear on the toilet while I was at friends' houses. Even at 7 years old, I liked the naughtiness of wetting my pants secretly behind closed doors, knowing I was old enough to know better. I eventually got to a point where I was wetting my underwear every time I went to a friends house to play. It became a goal of mine to wet myself at every single friend's house. One particular time I had a very noticeable wet spot on my shorts and my friend asked me about it but that is for another story. Anyways, the act of wetting my underwear and testing the waters with doing it a friends house had my imagination running wild. Where else could I wet my pants without anybody noticing? It didn't take me long to figure out that school was clearly my next option to test it out. The day I did it I was wearing dark jeans and of course tighty whities underneath. I don't remember if this was a pre-planned thing that day as my memory has lapsed on the details at this point but I recall towards the end of the day I really had to pee. At the time, I used to ride the bus home from school so I knew all I had to do was get to the bathroom as soon as the school day was over and pee my underwear before I had to catch the bus. When the day was finally over I grabbed my book bag and left the class with all of my classmates and headed towards the front of the school where our bus pick ups were located. While everybody proceeded forward I made a quick detour to the bathrooms down the hall to put my plan into action. When I got into the bathroom I went right into the first stall. Here is where everything changed. For some reason, and to this day I don't know why I did this, I decided to stay standing up while I wet my underwear. I pulled my pants all the way down to my feet, stood in front of the toilet and kind of leaned forward so I was at least pointed over the bowl. As soon as I felt I was in the right position I started to let the pee out into my underwear. I remember not hearing anything hit the water below but my little brain wasn't developed enough to understand why so I just kept peeing. Little did I know that it was dripping right into my pants that were around my ankles, soaking them below. While I was wetting, another boy had walked in to use the urinal right next to the stall that I was in and I think he must've heard my pee or saw my pee hitting my pants around my ankles and the ground from underneath the stall. I remember he paused after he flushed and his shoes were pointing towards my stall which tells me he was facing my direction observing what was happening. I had finished wetting my underwear as he left and when I pulled up my jeans, to my horror, my pants were completely soaked since all of my pee missed the toilet bowl. I remember panicking a bit fearing that everyone standing outside waiting for the bus was going to see that I peed my pants. So I hung out in the bathroom for a while. At some point I decided to just walk back to my classroom with my book bag in front of my pants to cover the giant wet spot that started from my crotch going all the way down the front of one leg. From what I can remember it was huge and very obvious. So I got back to my classroom, every body was already out of the building waiting outside for their rides home so I just sat down in the hallway outside of my classroom. By that point I had missed my bus so I was pretty much sitting there in defeat not capable of making a decision as to what to do next. Eventually, my teacher walked by and saw me sitting there and asked if I missed the bus. I remember we walked to the office and she called my Dad to tell him I had missed the bus so he came and picked me up. I have no idea if my teacher or my Dad knew that I wet my pants, nothing was ever said to me about it. I think my jeans were dark enough that it eventually dried enough to where they couldn't tell. Thinking back now I am sure my mom figured it out when she did my laundry but I don't recall ever being talked to about it. This memory has stuck with me for 25 years as one of the first risky public wettings I ever did. It taught me to be aware of my surroundings and to think a few steps ahead whenever I decided to wet myself outside of my house. I hope you all enjoyed reading this and please feel free to comment below and/or share your similar stories. I want to keep this thread going for a long time as I have hundreds of true account stories that I would love to share.

So this is my final video from Tenerife :) In this one I'm acting a bit. I was pretty desperate at that point though, and since our flat had two doors, I locked one of them and went out the other ;) This was the one where I had to abandon camera, shorts and pee puddle and flee inside when my elderly neighbours suddenly came out. Pretty sure they saw quite a bit, couldn't really miss it, but luckily I didn't have to talk to them ;b I hope you enjoy! tene pucblic.wmv

(Welp guess who decided to write their own story. Yep. Me. This is definitely not gonna turn out badly. Anyway, here's a little backstory stuff before the actual story begins. So enjoy my half-assed attempt at a story and my google translated mess.) For 69 years, The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics endured. When the Soviet Union was dissolved in 1991, it was broken up into fifteen independent nations: Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Georgia, Moldova, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Belarus, and the largest of the former republics, Russia. There was, however an unofficial sixteenth republic, a tiny island off the coast of Kaliningrad, in the Baltic sea. It was known as Pisuaria, and it was quite a peculiar little place. It is one of the only, if not the only country in the world, where sexuality is not only celebrated, but urination as well. Their culture of what some people describe as "Omorashi" dates back nearly 700 years. the Bolshevik revolution of 1917, all of the old laws regarding sexuality were overturned, ending the old Tsarist order. However this did not last long, as Josef Stalin would recriminalize homosexuality in 1933. Pisuaria, which kept homosexuality legal in defiance of Stalin's law, was left alone, since they were so small and insignificant, not to mention reclusive. Even after the fall of the Red Titan at the end of the 20th century, the Soviet spirit still lives on in Pisuariya. Led by their Premier Yuri Nariya, the Pisuarian people enjoy a life of lewdness. CHAPTER 1: Alice Alice had only heard rumors about the mysterious island. People who probably have never set foot in Pisuaria make up tales of men and women not using public toilets out of fear of retribution from their ruthless dictator. Others give more of a positive view on it, telling about a dreamland where you can walk around nude in broad daylight, marry whoever you want (or however many people you want), and pee wherever your heart, or bladder, desires. Alice decided that she would find out herself what Pisuarian life really was like. It was a long trip, 10 hours on a plane from New York to Kaliningrad, and an additional hour and a half from the Kaliningrad harbor to the coast of Pisuaria, but she finally made it. However, she regrets accepting the complimentary large soda the Pisuarian ferry gave all of the passengers for some reason. She couldn't fathom why, but she didn't care right now. Right now, her bladder cried out for relief. Signs in Russian and Lithuanian greet the passengers coming off the docks, "Добро пожаловать в Советскую Социалистическую Республику Писуария!" "Sveiki atvykę į Tarybų Socialistinę Respubliką Pisuariya!" "Welcome to the Soviet Socialist Republic of Pisuaria," they all said. Alice steps off the boat and heads to customs, where she will soon be admitted into the land of secrets. A male customs guard, looks to be in his late 20s, stops Alice and asks for her passport. Hopping from one foot to the other, she obliges, desperate to find a bathroom. It takes them a few minutes to check her passport, but she couldn't wait a few more seconds. "Excuse me, sir," she asked, "Do you mind hurrying it up? I really need to use the restroom!" The guard looks at another guard and then chuckles. "Bathroom? Sure. There's one over there, and there, hell, the whole COUNTRY is a bathroom!" The guard seemed amuse by his little joke, Alice however was not. "I'm not joking, I'm about to pee myself. Please, I'm begging you, point me to a restroom!" The guard tells his coworker to stay there and finish checking her passport, and he escorts Alice to the bathroom. Then suddenly the strangest thing happened. Alice noticed that he was following her into the bathroom. "Uh, thank you, I can find my way from here." The guard replies, "I'm sure you can, but to be quite honest, I need to piss too." Alice concedes, hoping to just get it over with. She rushes into a vacant stall and shuts the door behind her. She pulls down her panties, lifts her skirt, and sits down on the toilet before letting out a forceful gush of piss. Alice lets out a moan of relief that could most definitely be heard by the guard, but she didn't care. She was in heaven right now. She peed for what felt like an eternity before she finished. As she wiped herself dry and pulled up her panties, she exited the stall to see a sight that no one would have believed if she told them. The guard was standing in front of the sink, his penis in hand, letting out a golden stream into the sink. Alice asks the man "What are you doing?!" He replies "I'm relieving myself. What does it look like?" "In the SINK???" "Oh, come on, it drains to the same place those toilets do," he says. "You know," he adds, "we Pisuarians are an open minded people, not like the rest of the world." He finishes pissing and zips up, "You'll find our way of life much more...liberating." Alice pondered for a moment, could it really be that the people here don't use public restrooms that often because they don't have the same stigma around public urination as other countries do? She had so many questions, but she decided to ask the most important one at the moment, "I forgot to ask, what is your name?" The man replies "Dimitri, pleased to meet you, eh..." "Alice," she says, "Pleased to meet you too, Dimitri." And that was the moment Alice knew she was in for an interesting trip.

So today a lot of stores in my area reopened for the first time since the lockdown started. I really didn't want to go out in the crowds, but I needed to go and pick up some necessary food items and medication, so I got up grudgingly and put on some red boxers, a darker red pair of tights, and some brand new denim shorts I got recently. Before I left my house I drank a decently tall glass of water, then put on my mask and left. It was about an hour's walk to the shops without using public transport, so the water had plenty of time to reach my bladder. Though my bladder is fairly small, it wasn't enough to worry me yet. However, the heat of the day was pretty intense, and once I was browsing the grocery store I decided to get a bottle of Coke to keep me energised and hydrated for the walk back. Needless to say this was a bad idea. I bought the soda and a few other bits, then gulped down about 1/2 of it (250ml) before moving onto the next store. By the time I was done with my shopping, I did notice a definite need to pee. I knew I probably had an hour, so I'd be okay, but I didn't consider that, during the course of the second shop, I'd also finished off my soda. As I left the stores, the other 250ml of liquid hit my bladder and a small leak spurted into my shorts (1st image). I let out what I'd imagine was a slightly audible yelp, and hurriedly walked out of the shop, hoping to get home. I made it about halfway before another, much bigger leak escaped. After this large leak, I stopped in the middle of the street and saw there was now a slightly bigger patch on my clothing, so I upped my pace. This didn't stop another sizeable leak before I got home though... As I reached my apartment I rushed inside, then sat on the toilet and let my stream out, inspecting the damage to each layer of clothing. Now I'm lying on my bed in my damp shorts and thinking about my next hold...

This experience is not very different from the first one i shared, but I decided to share anyway. I already two weeks ago decided that when I got off my last night shift this weekend, with 4 weeks vacations ahead of me, I would full on wet my pants on the walk home at 4 AM. Last few days had been very hot and I noticed that I sometimes didn´t pee that much because I forgot to stay well hydrated. So for not screwing my plans, I had in my mind to drink a lot of water all night. I had a break at midnight and went to the bathroom, then I had three more glasses of water, and me and my colleague went out for the last train-rides (I work as a train conductor). I pretty soon found out that my bladder was rapidly filling, and at 1.30 I already felt that I needed to go, and kind of started counting down the minutes (I´m usually not into long holdings). I think it made it worse that we didn´t have much to do. Not many passengers in the beginning and no new coming along the ride, so after checking the tickets we just sat there in the train killing time, talking and looking at our phones, and I had nothing to really distract me from my bladder issues. Every minute felt like ages, and when there were still 2 hours left to go I wasn´t really sure I would make it or if I would give up and go to the bathroom. But I tried to just stay cool even if I had to move a little bit sometimes. At 3 o clock we had a 20 minute break, my colleague said she needed to pee and went to the bathrooms in the staff house. I pretended like I didn´t at all share that need, and said I´d just stay on the train. Point of no return… I went out on the platform for a while, and walking around a bit felt good. Train left, we took care of the passengers, and then sat down again. This particular train passed by where I lived so I was allowed to get off there, now I was almost home. Me and my colleague looked at the sunrise and the misty lakes outside the windows. We had been talking about how much I love to go swimming, and now she laughed at me when I got very passionate about the surface of that lake and how it looked like made of glass. “what´s this thing with you and water” she smiled. I was now kind of relaxed in my urgent state because I knew it would soon be over, and i was also a bit excited. I said goodbye to my colleague and as soon as I got off the train I had the “latch-key” feeling. I couldn´t let go instantly, because I wasn´t alone yet, one more passenger got off, a man about my age who I didn´t know. Easiest way to get rid of him would be to just slow down and let him go ahead. So I stopped on the platform, pretended to put something into my backpack, while a spurt came out in my underwear and immediately made it´s little way down my thie. I slowly walked after the man to the walking path, then stopped again waiting for him to walk almost out of my sight and I didn´t even have to try to relax until I had the pee flow down my legs. Could really tell now that I had been holding, because it was a forceful stream already starting to drip into my shoes, I could even hear the hissing sound of it, and it made a new puddle next to the rain water one beside my feet. I never peed my shoes like that before, but I had chosen to wear my old worn out work shoes, and it was a nice feeling just letting go with no worries. I started walking, stopped to take some photos of the bright new morning sky and some flowers, while of course I wet myself again, heavy warm streams down my legs and another puddle. It felt so good, and I stopped a couple of more times when the wetness started to cool down, peed a lot into my pants and shoes, felt my socks now soaked all way through, and a splashy feeling in the shoes when I walked. Last time in front of my house I put a little force to the stream until it suddenly stopped, and I realised I had fully emptied myself. It´s something I don´t think i´ve managed before in an outside wetting, it used to be still something left in the bladder that i´d empty in the bathroom. But the feeling of total relief and a calm and relaxed bladder was great when I walked through a water puddle to rinse the worst off my shoes before going inside.

As I´m kind of experimental these days, the other day I wanted to find out what it would be like to wet yourself on a bicycle ride. It was kind of difficult but great fun! It´s the most beautiful summer evening you could imagine, warm and sunny, and after work I have some glasses of water and a beer on the balcony, and when my bladder is full enough to be all that I can think of, off we go. My dark blue sport shorts will do, I grab another bottle of water with me, and leave. I´m gonna go for my favourite route, with a fantastic countryside view, along lakes, past small villages, fields filled with horses, old gardens, a church on a mountain… Well it´s a pleasure just taking that ride without wetting yourself, but what if I could make it even more enjoyable? My plan is to wet myself a little during the whole ride. That´s usually how my wettings work, even when I try it´s hard for me to empty my bladder all at once in a full on wetting, it´s more like i´m spurting slowly in turns until i´m soaked, and I kind of like it that way, because you can enjoy it for a long time. I actually try to start wetting as soon as I get on my bicycle. It doesn´t work at all. I can´t let go with the saddle pushed against me, especially not when I´m pedalling. So I´ll wait for the first downhill, and try to ease a little bit from the saddle, but that doesn´t work either, my legs are too tense while standing on the pedals, and they bring the other muscles with them so I can´t relax. After a while I find out that if I put my weight on one leg and let the other one relax, my middle part can relax enough to make me dribble. So good. And after practicing it for a while I can even let go for a few seconds, so that my whole crotch and ass gets warm, overflowing down my legs, and I can see a few drops falling down on my bicycle frame. It may be considered brave (or just stupid) to wet yourself like this on a bike ride close at gardens and sometimes with cars and people passing by, but actually i´m kind of chill about it. I´m sitting down, nobody sees my wet bum and saddle. I´m moving fast so they won´t have time for a close look at me, the wind quickly blows the little drops away so nothing gathers on the ground. It´s still hard to let it flow when somebody is around, so I have to wait for the moments alone on the cycle path. It´s worth waiting for, everytime I can release and feel the pee spreading on the saddle under me, getting all warm and wet again, the slow dripping that follows it, and the wind smoothly drying my wet legs. I figure that the easiest moment to wet is right after a downhill, when the bicycle starts to slow down. But it means that I can´t take advantage of the speed to pedal forward because I´m busy peeing myself, and if the downhill is followed by an uphill I might have to stand up on the pedals to get up there, and that´s something I wouldn´t really wanna do if somebody´s watching right there, because my ass and my saddle is obvously wet and dripping. I have one thriller moment like this, when I just had a great pee, still dripping, and there´s a steep uphill ahead. Just when I´m starting to climb it (still sitting on the saddle) I hear a loud and friendly “Howdy” from a goodlooking guy, barbecuing in his garden next to the road. But isn´t one of the best parts of public wetting exactly this, the smile on your face when you pretend like nothing, say a happy hello to this guy and just keep on? With some effort I manage this uphill without standing up, and continue my ride, with all these pleasurable moments of letting go every now and then. Actually when I´m almost home I don´t want the ride to stop, so I make it a longer one by going in another direction for a while. I hadn´t decided if I would end my wetting ride in the shower at home or by the lake. Right now I don´t feel like going to the big beach that´s probably crowded an evening like this, so I´m thinking I can have a look at the smaller one. I´m really lucky, nobody´s there. I sit in the sand and let go of what´s left in the bladder, then I go out to rinse my clothes and myself in the water, the sunset is on it´s way and the lake is so warm and still. I have clothes for changing, but I get the brilliant idea to let my shorts, now freshly soaked by lake water, clean up the saddle on the way home, so I just put my shoes in the basket and get on the bike all wet. I´m dripping much more now than I was when I was peeing, but now it´s really nothing that I worry about when I come across people, because I know that of course it´s water, not urine. But for anyone else it wouldn´t make a difference, would it, unless your own confidence shows? I most likely will do this again.

In past about 17 hours I I rummaged ALL POST @rachelkirwan made, which is almost 10000 posts. Phew~ I was looking for all story posted by her include one fiction and more then 100 experience, lots of the experience story is even longer than fiction! These story are just too good that I couldn't refrain myself from re-enjoy them again while I am doing this project! OK, let's get back to the point. I must be too tired now to focus on and I am still rewind 'a planned ultrasound accident' in my brain while typing... What I did in past 17 hours is search and collect all story her made ONE BY ONE BY HAND, plus some tiny edits include grammar & spelling(Ms. Kirwan I wasn't mean your story contain lots error, in fact I just found less than 15 grammar in all stories), font adjustment as well as rotation of some pics. And compile them into THREE different books (pants&panties, pads&diapers and bed wetting). Export them as EPUB. The rule of sorting: 1. One story will not appear in multiple books 2. Pants&panties compilation contain wetting without pads, diapers and bed wetting, but period pad is acceptable. 3. No special rules for the rest two collection. Volume of books: The pants&panties compilation contain 68,199 words, 40MB The pad&diaper compilation contain 107,899 words, 62MB The bed wetting compilation contain 11,636 word, 13.7MB Explanation of signs: The title of story include '()' means this story contain picture/s, and you could directly see them inside the file The title of story include '()' means this story contain video/s, and you could click the link inside to download them here in her original post To Ms.Kirwan: I am sorry I did this prior your authorization, if you think it's okay please tell me and I will post these books here and Apple Books as well. In view of the typesetting and collective arrangement I did remove some link of your store from some stories, however, I did made a editor note at the beginning of each books that include your link. Hope you don't mind this. BTW do you have any special plan for your upcoming 10000th post? If books success be posted: Guys, I need you help find out if there's any story (no matter what the length is) missing or any error or mismatching or misroute in this collection. Thank you! I don't know how to operate Lighrroom or photoshop so the cover in books might be blur or has an incongruous hue. I am appreciate if someone help me enhance the pictures. Covers of these books: Phew~ sleeping time See U~ P.S. R.I.P to me if I undergo a sudden death during sleeping.

The alarm buzzed me awake. Today was the final day of a career I hated: Retail Management. I have long desired to join the military and that's what I was finally doing. I wasn't leaving until the end of the next month, but I just couldn't take it any longer and I had savings that would pay my bills until then. So I was done! I picked out my outfit for the day: Black flats, Black leggings, Red cotton skirt, black panties, a nude bra, a White formal top, and a ponytail I stretched and pulled myself out of bed. I had to go run and walk the dogs before work. Those two events were relatively uneventful today. I loved running and usually ran twice a day since I started my training. Anyways, I returned home about 20 minutes later with two very out of shape dogs at my side. I drank my usual two cups of coffee and headed to work. My last 12-11 shift. Upon arrival, my boss informed me that she was leaving at 8pm that day and I'd have to leave then as well. I was overjoyed! A short day! My day was filled with lots of goodbyes and good luck. I went to lunch around 4pm. I decided I'd browse Omorashi.org for anything new when the idea hit me: Get very desperate to pee one last time before its all over! I grinned and decided I would. I went to the deli at the front of the store, grabbed a large water and small coffee. The water to start the chain of events, and the coffee to amplify it. I only wanted to get to around a 7/10 before going. That gave me a window where I could still keep myself calm if I got stopped on the way to the ladies room. About 30 minutes after the coffee, I had to pee. Not bad at all, but it was there. I could feel myself wanting to shift my weight or bite my lip to distract myself from it. I was probably a 5/10 already. I kept going. I stayed pretty busy pretending to work and chatting with my co workers for the last time. My bladder was filling rather quickly which is exactly what I loved and hated, especially at work. I kept getting cold chills occasionally and would have to do a nonchalant dance to keep my panties dry. Forty-five minutes in, I could feel it. I was at my agreed limit. I was saddened but pleased as well. This was fun. I decided I'd make myself wait until exactly ONE hour had passed since I chugged the drinks. I felt my heartbeat pulsating through my muscles. I was starting to feel some aches from holding it. My bladder was bulging out at least an inch further than usual. My adrenaline was going. I kept getting cold chills and felt myself sweating. I wiped the sweat away, praying it didn't mess my makeup up. I only had 5 minutes to go but I wasn't sure if I'd stay dry between the legs or not. I checked my phone. Only 4 minutes until it had been an hour. "Close enough," I muttered to myself. "I'll just go to the farthest one and it should put it almost exact. I was getting frantic now. I could feel the pee practically forcing itself out with every step. I was almost half way there when I had to stop. I doubled over and crossed my legs as tightly as I could. I bowed my head and sighed. "I'm so close. I know I can make it." I whispered. After a minute of agony, I lifted my head and checked for witnesses to my misery. Nobody. Thank goodness. I composed myself as best as my bladder would allow and continued my trek. I was over halfway there but my bladder didn't care. A drop tried to escape. I quickly clenched myself HARD and squatted down focusing on agony. Did I fuck up? Was I destined to have an accident on my LAST day? My bladder and urethra was throbbing harder than I had felt in a long time, probably since my first almost accident in Middle school. I was on the verge of tears. I managed to regain my composure again. I knew if I stopped again, it would be because I was peeing myself. I stood up, still partially bent at the waist. I couldn't afford to stop again. I was almost within eye sight of the bathroom. My pace was almost a run now. I didn't care. I WAS GOING TO MAKE IT NO MATTER WHAT. Not even 30 seconds later, I was there. I ran thru the door and immediately glued a hand to crotch. It didn't help even slightly. I was past that point of holding though. This was an entirely new level I've only felt a few times. I felt a tear streaming down my face as I slammed the stall door shut. A few jolts of pee had managed to escape in the last 10 steps. This was the end. I had started hiking my skirt up once I was in the bathroom, and once I was in the stall, the leggings and panties came down in under a second. The stream of pee was so loud. It sounded like a dam had burst. My dam, quite literally, was bursting. I bit my tongue as the relief overcame me. I did everything I could to keep myself quiet. I really didn't want anyone to hear me moaning. After a minute or two, I was done. My heart was pounding. My body was weak, my knees were knocking. I wiped the sweat off my brow again and this time, the brow came with it. Oopsie. I sat there relaxing for a good five minutes before I exited the stall. I checked my phone. ONE HOUR AND FIFTEEN MINUTES. No wonder I was basically peeing myself. I guess those quick minute or two stops were a lot longer than I thought. I also only had an hour and a half until my was done. For good. I looked in the mirror. I could tell that took a lot out of me. I re-did my makeup and returned to "work". Nothing eventful happened and even as we did my exit paperwork, no emotion overcame me except being horny. I was SO turned on. All I could think about until I got home was sex and cumming. I'm not gonna say what happened when I got home but I'm sure you can imagine. What a day that was.

View File Wetting bikini in pool Beautiful girl wets her bikini in pool. Warning: Contains nudity. Submitter ero9007 Submitted 06/25/2020 Category Female  

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View File PissTV Public Peeing and Wetting Cute Japanese women desperately look for a place to pee in public, some make it, popping a squat, others soak their knickers, some a bit of both Enjoy, Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/23/2020 Category JAV Collections  

View File JAV - Public Peeing Leads to Sex Another JAV here. A cute girl has to pee, she pees ostentatiously in public and the guy who spies on her makes his less than consensual move. This repeats. Enjoy, Rach p.s. I spend time posting JAV but I'm half-assing the descriptions, please add your own better description in the comments. Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/22/2020 Category JAV Collections