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Preface: I’m pretty much writing this for my own enjoyment, really. I just want a fiction that ticks all my fetish boxes, which so far are rare on this forum as well as stories repositories. If you like the same things I do, hope you enjoy this story as well; and if you know of a similar fiction, please tell me! I might write more chapters for this story as well, if I have the time and the ideas. For now, enjoy the first chapter of a possible 3 chapters long series! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Cindy has just finished her first college semester in the States. She’s an Asian foreign student, a cute, slim 5’8” girl with jet black long hair, currently living on her own in Chicago; her family isn’t the stereotypical crazy rich Asians, so all she can afford to stay at is a tiny apartment, shared with other students. For a while, Cindy has been craving for some privacy, specifically, to carry out her omorashi fetish. She loves, just like many other girls, to dress herself up in cute outfits, but only to soil it with pee. She loves that warmth of hot pee soaked clothing, especially in the cold winter of Chicago. Fed up with the winter, she wants an escape to somewhere warm, at least for a few weeks. Luckily, she has for herself her own car, and a driving license; and that means the whole America is open for her. And the first thought in Cindy’s mind was the warm beaches of Florida. She has been planning for this trip for a few weeks now: a slow road trip across the country, with nice scenery along the way, warm weather, warm sun… and warm pee. Yes, she finally has some private moment for herself, to satisfy her burning omorashi desire, far away from the dingy apartment and roommates. Just her alone, in the car, on empty highways, and clothes full of pee. Ever since in high school back in her home country, back when she had her own room and her parents often not at home for the weekends, she loved to play her little game called “sticky clothes”. That means, she would put on a nice outfit, and it would stay on for a day; no article removed for any reason. Yes, that includes using the toilet, for the duration. Well, maybe some exception: in case of urgent needs to go outside, or taking a poop, since she isn’t a fan of smelly, dirty poop stuck on her clothes. Now, Cindy has the perfect setup for her game, and it’s not limited to a day at most. She can stretch the game out for as long as she enjoys. Cindy already feels the sexual fire burning in her at the anticipation of the game. The last day before the trip starts, after packing all her summer clothes for the destination, Cindy has to choose her ‘sticky’ outfit for the three-day road trip. And for nostalgia sake, she went for the school uniform that she had packed from home: white long sleeved blouse, a blue and white striped tie, and knee length navy blue pencil skirt. Honestly, she packed it pretty much for the purpose of playing out her fetish dreams far from home. Putting it on, Cindy remembers of the times when she held her pee on purpose in school, and secretly wetting her skirt on the way home; she feels like peeing in her skirt right there and then, but knows better to save it for the trip. But with the freezing cold weather right now, that uniform alone isn’t exactly enough. Cindy paired it with her tight lycra shorts, underneath a pair of black tights; for footwear, she decided on some above ankle nylon socks, and her black flats that she wore to high school. A prim and proper outfit, not going to attract much attention on the road, at the same time makes her look like the cute high school self that she missed. Day 1 Cindy put on her "sticky" outfit at 6AM, knowing that this outfit is not coming off for the next three days fills her with excitement. She has already taken a dump before putting it on, so she wouldn’t have to remove it too soon, even just for a little while. Loading her bags into the trunk of her car, Cindy is ready for the road trip. Joining the still hectic traffic, Cindy slowly makes her way to the I-94. The first hour of the drive goes fine, save for the traffic; at least she doesn’t have her bladder distracting her. Soon enough, she left the city center, and starts driving through the suburb. It wasn’t long before she started feeling the slight tingle of her bladder. That’s when Cindy realized, she has forgotten breakfast over the excitement of the trip. She stopped at the nearest gas station, to first get herself a full tank before entering the I-65 highway, and to get something for the road. Cindy grabbed for herself a sandwich, a few small bags of chips, topped with a large iced coffee from the convenience store. She feels good knowing that people aren’t looking at her with strange eyes, they aren’t recognizing her outfit as a school uniform; she looks like a prim and proper businesswoman. Cindy paid for the food and got back to her car, not before she pounded the entire coffee in one go at the gas pump. An hour later, she has already got past the suburbs, and now entering the empty highway. She’s not in a hurry, she’s cruising slowly on the road, watching the empty fields and enjoying the fresh countryside air through the opened windows. The coffee made its way fast through her system, and is now pouring into her bladder. Cindy again isn’t worrying much, she has enough supplies to stay in the car till afternoon. Her bladder is now at a good 6/10, normally this would be when she goes to the washroom, but now for the next few days, the washroom would be her uniform. She gives her clit a quick rub in excitement at that thought. Cindy continues the drive for three hours, passing through rest stops and towns along the way. Her bladder seems to pang every time she sighted a rest stop, asking for a relief. Those little pangs, normally would make someone nervous, only gets her more excited. But soon, though her bladder is full, her stomach is empty again, and Cindy has to stop to get more food. She pulls into a rest stop in the middle of nowhere, and goes for the only McDonalds’ there. The moment she steps off her car into a pothole, she loses her balance, and right then a little spurt of pee escaped her urethra. Cindy feels a tiny coin size wet spot in her lycra undershorts, but quickly she resumes as normal, knowing that it’s fully covered by her tights and skirt. Walking into the McDonalds, she feels her bladder aching for relief with every step, but Cindy continues to walk straight, not fearing any leak. A few people inside the McDonalds’ gave her a stare; maybe they can tell she’s holding a tank full of pee under that uniform, but maybe they’re just wondering at the cute Asian girl in her formal looking attire. Getting herself a meal with large drink, Cindy left the restaurant quickly and back into her car. Suddenly her bladder gives a sharp spurt, maybe at the feel of the large Coke sloshing in her hand. Some pee came out, this time more that before. Cindy climbs into the car, but hitting the same pothole as before, and once again almost stumbled into her seat; her strained bladder couldn’t stand it, and gives out another spurt of urine. Luckily no one was around to see that. Cindy checks her thighs after getting seated, and it was more urine than she thought; it was already streaking past her knees, and sprayed some tiny dots onto her navy blue skirt. But it wouldn’t be visible unless she looks for it, her clothing was dark anyway. Cindy continues driving off in the noon sun, not caring about her bladder. She feels the rush of excitement every time she goes over a speed bump or even a pothole, as her bladder spurts more and more urine out. She simply doesn’t care, paying too much attention on her meal and the road. Her bladder is protesting against more fluid going into the stomach, but Cindy keeps taking large sips of the Coke. It’s demonstrating it’s protest by squeezing out even more urine. With the meal done, Cindy stops on the road side for a little, just to give a check on her outfit. By now, the back of her skirt was entirely soaked, clinging to her butts as she stands up; the front of it is having a few wet spots as well. Streaks of pee flow down her black tights, glistening in the sun, into her socks and flats. The car seat is also moist with pee; Cindy kind of forgot to plan for the car seat, but then she realized it was about time to get it washed anyway, she will give it a thorough clean when she’s home. Cindy now realizes that driving with a full bladder as distraction might be a bit dangerous, so she considered whether to just pee on the road side there before continues driving. She decided to do so after a quick mental coin flip. Sticking to her rules, nothing comes off even when she takes a piss, Cindy squats down behind the car’s door, and released her bladder through the back of her skirt. Old memories rushes back of her forcing pee through her clothes; having done this for long, Cindy doesn’t hesitate to pee through the tight under clothing and her skirt. She stands up, feeling pee dripping down her skirt, hitting the heels of her shoes. A few hours later in the car, it’s good to say that her wet skirt isn’t obvious anymore. The pee has spread from her butt up to sides of her thighs, and even a little bit up her white blouse, and instead of a full dark patch, it’s now just damp. Her shoes and socks didn’t take much damage save the minor drippings, but her tights was damp all the way down past her knees. “Feels just like back home”, she thought, and gives herself another quick rub through her sopping wet crotch. By now, it’s already 4pm, and her bladder has filled up again, not to bursting point but is full enough for a constant urge. Cindy was driving through a small town when she realized that, and can’t really get out of the car to pee like before. Instead of waiting till she gets out of town, she decides that she could just go right there, in the car. She soon hits a red light, and realizes it’s the perfect time. With an effortless push, her urethra releases a 10 second stream of pee into her skirt. This time round, the front of her skirt gets soaked as well, as more pee flows down her already damp tights, and some into her flats. It was so cathartic, peeing herself in the middle of traffic, not worrying about people she knows questioning her wet skirt. Her bladder wasn’t fully voided, but the light turned green, and Cindy continues driving. An hour later, a bit past 5pm, she is at the edge of Louisville, Kentucky. Cindy figures this is where she would stop for the night, and exits off the highway into the town. By now Cindy is already tired of driving all day long, so she looked up on Google Maps for a hotel to stay the night. She finds a cheap but not too shabby one not too far from where she’s at, and made her way there. Parking in the hotel’s lot, she stepped outside in the dusk, and examined her uniform. Her skirt was soaked thoroughly with pee, yet it wasn’t dripping wet, or glistening, it has semi dried up enough. The skirt is now completely in a darker shade, not a single dry spot left. Now walking, she could feel her tights being the same, damp and sticking to her legs, all the way from the waist to her feet. Her white blouse, tucked in the skirt all day long, is also damp up to her breast, and her tie is similarly wet. Cindy walks confidently into the hotel, and asks for a cheap single room for the night. No one pays her much attention, exactly what she likes; they can’t tell that she’s wearing a pee soaked school uniform. Maybe someone picks up on the smell, but they wouldn’t think it’s coming from the nicely dressed woman in business-looking attire and tie like Cindy. She checked into the room, and wondered what to do next. She was already too tired to do anything, and just wanted some rest. The AC was getting her wet legs cold, so she had to turn it up a little. That’s when Cindy realizes the pee smell is getting stronger and stronger in the room. Maybe it’s a good time to wash up. She goes for the shower in the hotel room. By force of habit, she was about to strip her tie off, but then she remembers that no item is coming off. She tightened up her tie again, and turned on the hot shower. She hasn’t realized till the water hits her clothes how sticky her pee soaked clothes has been. The hotel was kind enough to give her shampoo and body wash, and so Cindy lathered it over her outfit. She took extra care to wash under her skirt, and her feet, she doesn’t want a foot infection after all. After some vigorous clothed scrubbing, Cindy emerges from the shower, sopping wet, yet feeling clean. Just as a little spontaneous ritual, she releases a little pee into her wet tights and skirt, feeling extra naughty. She skips the night time pee, and drifts off to sleep, in her wet uniform and a half filled bladder.

View File Relax outside. Pee I am outside, relaxing. I drink my coffee and smoke my cigarette. And suddenly I felt the urge to pee. Since I wear my old sweatpants... I don't mind to get messy. So I start to pee. The wet stain on my sweatpants is bigger and bigger...my hot pee is sipping the stairs. Submitter melikai Submitted 06/28/2020 Category Female  

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If you're not familiar with Ban Sang-mi's other naughty adventures, check them out! This story was inspired by this thread. Today, that exact fate befalls our gorgeous protagonist! ***** Ban Sang-mi looked gorgeous. Her black leather skirt and black tights fitted perfectly with her flowing black hair and tanned complexion. She would really impress her friends while out tonight. Her boyfriend Min-Jun looked hot, too, in tight blue jeans and a leather jacket. They would definitely be the hottest couple in the bar, and it was a trendy bar, too. It was going to be a really fun evening. It was a really fun evening. In fact, it was so fun that Ban Sang-mi was too distracted to use the toilet all evening, despite drinking several large cocktails. While Min-Jun had gone for a wee after a few drinks, she was so busy chatting to her friend Kim Ju-hwa that she didn't go, despite her bladder soon filling up. "It'll be closing time in 10 minutes," said Min-Jun. "Finish up our drinks and let's go to catch the last train home." "Oh, shame," said Sang-mi. "I'm having such fun." She looked at the time on her phone. It really was late. "It's been so lovely to see you, Ju-hwa. We'll meet up again soon, I promise." She stood up, and felt the sheer intensity of her urge. "Wow, I really need to wee," she said. "Excuse me, guys, I'm off to the toilets." "Not surprising, given how much you drank," said Min-Jun. He watched his girlfriend's sexy bottom as she strode off to the toilets. Hopefully she wouldn't be too long. 5 minutes later, she still wasn't back. Min-Jun went off to the toilets to try to find her. Sure enough, she was squirming in the queue, with 3 ladies still in front of her. "I'm sorry, there really isn't time for you to use the toilet here," he said. "You'll have to hold it until we get on the train. The last train leaves in 15 minutes." "But...but..." she said, crossing her legs and putting her hand on her bladder. "I'm bursting. I can't hold it." "I know," he said, "but you'll have to wait. I'm not getting a taxi all the way home for the sake of your knickers. You should have gone earlier." "But I'll wet my skirt," she pleaded. Her knickers were still dry now, but they wouldn't be for long. "Quite honestly, I don't care," said Min-Jun. "We're going to miss the train if you wait any longer. If you can't hold it, you'll just have to wet your skirt and shower when you get back. Come on." Sang-mi sighed and winced in pain as she walked away from potential relief. It was just agony to be heading away from the toilet she yearned to use, but she knew her boyfriend was right. She should have gone earlier. Ju-hwa was visibly concerned to see her in such pain. "You didn't have time to use the toilet?" she asked, concerned. "Oh, you poor girl. I really hope you make it." "She won't," said Min-Jun. "You're so horrible to her," said Ju-hwa. "Sang-mi is the sweetest girl, and you keep on making her humiliate herself. It's gross, and I wish she'd stand up for herself." "He's right, it's my fault," said Sang-mi. "I should have gone earlier. Goodbye..." Min-Jun tugged on Sang-mi's wrist and led her out into the street. The cool air blowing through her skirt was tormenting her bladder, making her want to release it even more. How bad could it be to just wet her skirt? It's not like Min-Jun would mind. But she was going to try to be strong, at least. Try to hold it as long as she could. Clutching her bladder and gritting her teeth, Sang-mi walked briskly onto the station platform. The last train was just pulling in. Min-Jun was right. If she'd used the toilet, they'd have missed it. "There's a toilet on the train," he said. "See, you don't have to wet yourself after all, as long as you hold it a little longer." "Thanks," she said. She bent forwards and gasped in pain as she clutched her bladder. She had lost count of just how much she had drunk, but it was far too much for her bladder to reasonably handle. Honestly, she was impressed she hadn't leaked yet. Most women would already be standing in a puddle by now. But Sang-mi was used to holding it to the limits of her endurance by now, and she would hold it until she absolutely burst. She wouldn't let her boyfriend see her humiliated so easily. After waiting for the people alighting the train to leave, she and Min-Jun stepped on. She saw the toilet that she had been craving for the last few minutes, and the psychological strain was enough to make her leak. She gasped in pain as a spurt dampened her knickers, but it wasn't visible under her skirt. She staggered over to the toilet, and tried to open the door. It was occupied. "FUCK!" she said, in a very unladylike manner. "Mind your language, young lady," said an old woman. "I can't believe women these days. So crude." "I'm really sorry, I'm just bursting to wee and there's someone in the toilet," she said. "I'm worried I'll wet my skirt." "Well, you'll just have to hold it," said the old woman. "And don't drink so much next time." Sang-mi leaned against the wall of the toilet, whimpering in pain. She could feel another spurt coming, and she wouldn't be able to control it. A burst of wet warmth soaked the crotch of her tights before she regained control. "You're starting to wee, aren't you?" said Min-Jun, with a visible bulge in his jeans. "Yes..." she said, tearful. "Oh, please hurry up, I just can't hold it..." Sang-mi knew her bladder was really starting to give way. Just a few more minutes, and she'd be spurting wildly down her legs all over the floor. She tried to hold off the next spurt as long as she could. Just as it felt inevitable, the toilet door finally opened. "Oh, thank you..." she said to the old man emerging. Trying to stagger to the toilet without leaking, she felt another hot spurt soak her tights. She was losing control, and the sight of the toilet finally pushed her over the edge. Another spurt came, and another. By the time the door was closed, it wasn't even worth trying to take off her soaked tights. She pulled up her skirt, sat on the toilet, and simply pissed through her tights for a whole minute. It was ecstatic, shameful relief. She could see why some women were into omo, and, quite frankly, she was starting to enjoy it, too. After trying to dry her tights a little with toilet paper and washing her hands, she stepped out of the toilet, blushing. Min-Jun could smell the wee soaked into her tights. "So...you didn't make it," he said. "No, I didn't," she said. "Completely wet my skirt." Min-Jun chuckled, and rested his hand on her bottom. Sang-mi took her phone from her skirt pocket and texted Ju-hwa. "Didn't make it. Completely weed myself on the train." Ju-hwa responded. "Oh, that's just awful. I really had to go, too, but I just about made it home OK." Sang-mi replied. "Don't worry. My boyfriend will make it fun for me at home!" After the train finally reached their stop, they alighted and began the shameful walk home. Sang-mi felt her wet tights cling to her legs. In the dark her accident wasn't visible, but Min-Jun knew. When they finally got home, Min-Jun immediately flipped his girlfriend's skirt and started feeling her crotch. "You really did have a big accident, didn't you?" he said. "Come on, let's get these wet tights off." He grabbed hold of them and yanked them down to her knees, taking her knickers down with them. He then undid his flies to reveal his cock. After laying his girlfriend down on the couch, he began to work her clitoris with his fingers. She moaned and squirmed until finally coming to an intense climax. While she was still gasping in pleasure, he slipped his cock into her wet vagina. Kissing her tenderly on the lips, he thrust hard into her until he came to orgasm himself. "How did you enjoy that, babe?" he asked. "It was great," she said. "I love when you're a bit more gentle." "Good to know," he said. "You know, I liked it too." They snuggled together for a few moments before heading for the shower.

View File Pissing and Wetting During Sex - from PH So I found this excellent producer on PH, much of her content is peeing before or during sex (sometimes in clothes), so here is said content for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/24/2020 Category Peeing

The embarrassing adventures of Ban Sang-Mi, the pretty protagonist of this naughty little story, continue. Today, she's not pooing in her skirt, but weeing in it - so if messing puts you off, this one is for you. Some hot BDSM sex, too! Ban Sang-Mi looked gorgeous in her new outfit her boyfriend has bought for her - a cute little black miniskirt and black tights. Her tights would keep her legs nice and warm on the walk they were going on today, while showing off how lovely they were. Min-Jun ran his hand up his girlfriend's thigh and rested it on her bottom. It was so tight, and he just wanted to smack it. But he turned and kissed his girlfriend instead, feeling her bottom as he did. "You're so cute," he said. "Come on." They set off for a stroll along the riverbank, with Sang-Mi's arm around Min-Jun and his resting on her bottom. Her heart was racing at how romantic it was. They stopped by the river and looked out at the birds floating on it. "Look, there's a crane," said Min-Jun, pointing towards it. Sang-Mi looked, and listened to the sound of the running water. It should have been tranquil, but she realised that she urgently needed to wee, and really should have used the toilet before she went out. There were no toilets on this path either. She felt a hint of panic. Her last accident had completely shaken her faith in her ability to hold it. What if she couldn't, and ended up piddling in her skirt? She'd ruin her lovely new tights, and Min-Jun would mock her for it. Not wanting to interrupt their romantic outing, she gulped and crossed her legs. She would just have to wait until they found a public toilet. Hopefully that wouldn't be too long. It was. As they walked along listening to the river running, she was getting more and more desperate and there was no public toilet in sight. She tried as hard as she could to hide her urge, but the pain was already showing on her face. If they didn't find somewhere soon, she'd end up having an accident. She pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket and searched for public toilets in the area. There was one, not too far away! She'd make it, as long as she stayed calm. Min-Jun looked down over his girlfriend's shoulder. "Looking up toilets..." he said. "So you need to go." "Yes, I do," she said, blushing. "I really should have gone before I went out, and now I'm really bursting." "So hot," he said. "How about you try to hold it until we get home?" "No," she said. "I know how that will end, it will be like one of those dirty videos you like. I'm going to use the toilet like an adult woman." "Fine," he said, a little dismayed. "But if you do fancy holding it, I'll reward you when we get home." "No," she said. "I'm not going to humiliate myself in public for you. That's it." "Alright," he said. He clutched her bottom a little harder. It was so hot to know she had a bursting bladder under that skirt - but he respected her wish to use the toilet and didn't put his hand on it. It would be so tempting to start tickling her, but he didn't. Sang-Mi felt confident of getting to the toilet, but as she got closer the urge was getting worse and worse. "We need to speed up," she said. "This is really an emergency." Min-Jun sped up, with his cock now visibly straining against his trousers. The thought of her soaking her tights was just hot beyond belief. "Look, there are the public toilets," he said. "You can use them." Sang-Mi sighed in relief, then moaned at the sight of the queue for the ladies'. "I can't believe it..." she said. "Fuck...it'll be fucking agony...sorry for being so unladylike, but..." She crossed her legs and clutched her bladder. Min-Jun's cock strained even harder. "Go on," he said, patting her lightly on the bottom. It was so tempting to smack her and make her wee, but he didn't. He would be a good boyfriend and let her use the toilet. She got in the queue and began to squirm. It felt so undignified to be wee dancing in front of families, but it was the only way she could avoid leaking. The proximity of the toilet was just unbearable. She tried to distract herself by thinking of video games, which could take her mind off her bladder for a bit. But the pain was getting worse and worse and worse, and the queue was moving so slowly. She had been waiting for 5 minutes, and there were still 2 people in front of her. It was so tempting to just leak a little in her skirt. It was black, and no one would notice. But Min-Jun would. He always noticed. And she couldn't let him win like that. She had to keep on holding it. She gritted her teeth, clutched her bladder, and moaned in pain. Not too much longer now. Just one more person...and then she could go. But not quite yet. She had to just hold it for a few more minutes. The woman in front of her entered the toilet. She was next! She could go next. She clenched her trembling legs together. She noticed that Min-Jun was watching her, struggling not to start masturbating in public at the sight of his girlfriend's agony. He was barely keeping his composure. And she would, too. The toilet door opened. She could go. She sighed in relief...and felt hot wee spurt into her knickers, soaking the crotch of her tights. She squealed in distress, clutching her groin and barely managing to stem the leak, before stumbling into the toilet. While stepping past the door, she stepped on a puddle of water, and skidded across the floor, barely managing to stay standing. A torrent of wee burst from her aching bladder and gushed down her legs, drenching her tights. Slamming the door shut, she sobbed as wee poured from her skirt and splashed onto the floor. Not even bothering to take down her soaked tights, she lifted her skirt and let the last of her wee drip from her tights into the toilet. She looked up at the mirror. Her face was streaked with tears. How could she humiliate herself like this? How? She was so pathetic. She tried to soak the wee out of her tights with toilet paper, then sheepishly washed her hands and traipsed out of the toilet back to her boyfriend. "Sang-Mi, it's alright you didn't make it," he said. "With those black tights no one will notice on the way home." "Really?" she said, sniffing. "Yes, really," he said. "People aren't very observant. In fact, you could have just weed your skirt on the path and it would have been fine. I'd have liked that, too." "I hope you're right," she said. "I don't want to be fucking humiliated like this ever again..." "It's alright," he said, stroking her bottom through her damp skirt. "Come on, let's go home." He was right. No one noticed the smell of wee from under her skirt as they walked back. Not even their neighbours who said hello to them while Sang-Mi blushed. She had got away with an accident. Except for the people who had heard her whimper as she wet herself in the toilet, of course. After they had closed their apartment door behind them, Min-Jun turned to her. "Naughty little accidents like that have consequences," he said. He opened his flies to demonstrate, showing his stiff cock. "It goes without saying that you're going to get fucked. Hard. But first, we have some foreplay." If Min-Jun's idea of punishment was intense sex, she could live with that. But the foreplay might get nasty. Her heart sank as she saw him come back with the paddle. "That little bottom of yours is in for a spanking," he said. "Come on." He sat on a chair and indicated for her to lie across his lap. Trembling in anticipation, she did, feeling his cock press into her. She knew that if it got too painful, she could cry the safe word and he would stop. But she didn't want to be a sissy who gave in to a little spanking. She would take her punishment like a mature woman. She felt her skirt being roughly yanked up, then a massive paddle blow to her tense bottom through her wet tights. It stung so much that tears came to her eyes. Then another blow came, and another, and another, each somehow making the pain even worse. It was just too painful for her to bear. She had to say the safe word. "My hovercraft is full of eels," she said, wondering why her boyfriend had chosen such a ridiculous phrase. "I can't take it anymore, stop..." Min-Jun immediately dropped the paddle and gently stroked her bottom, still quivering from the spanking. "It's alright," he said. "I was so turned on by your accident, I went a little hard, that's all. Are you still up for sex?" "Yes," she said. "But please be gentle." He carefully rolled Sang-Mi's tights down and lowered her to the floor, then thrust himself into her. "Please go more gently..." she said. He did, and rolled his hips as he pleasured her. Sang-Mi felt herself edging closer and closer to orgasm. The humiliation had left her very aroused, and this was taking her to the edge...and over it. She moaned in pleasure as she quaked from the climax. She felt Min-Jun climax, too, pushing deep into her vagina. "That was so hot..." she said, near breathless. "But please don't spank me so hard. I just can't take that much pain." "Alright," said Min-Jun. "I have some...alternative punishments in store in case you have another accident. And I think you'll enjoy them a lot more." Ban Sang-Mi really didn't want to have another accident. But she really wanted to know what those enjoyable punishments were.

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New Custom Finds - multiple girls in tight jeans View File A couple new finds multiple girls I've never seen before, multiple wettings, Sorry I can't make thumbnails, maybe another user could ad them for me? enjoy the late X-Mas gift! Submitter wet501 Submitted 12/27/2019 Category Desperation Clothing