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  1. Heyyy everyone!! This one's a bit less adventurous than usual, but I didn't want to leave you all out of the fun! Sooo, confession time: Last night, I had a really sexy pee dream that left me feeling particularly excited "down there" when I woke up... It was a pretty crummy day outside, so instead of going out and doing anything, I decided to make today a home day and, because I was feeling so tantalized, figured I could work on developing my pee abilities and have some personal time! For those of you who are into (ridiculous) fantasy writing, I'll describe my dream first (or at least the coherent and relevant parts). If that's not your thing, go ahead and skip down to paragraph 7!! So it began as a crowded concert at a beach. The sun was dipping into the sea at the horizon, a vibrant red/orange gleaming off of the waves behind the stage as a groovy riff rose from the instruments. A handful of my friends and I were really into the music, dancing and flinging our bodies about without a care in the world. Just as I was happily twirling my summer dress in the cool evening breeze, my friend Alyssa turned to me and cheesily said, "Gotta pee, BRB!" and disappeared seemingly-aimlessly into the crowd. With the insight only one immersed in a dream could possibly have, I instinctively knew she was going in the wrong direction to find the restroom (even though I had no idea where they really were). I ran after her to give her a heads up, but was unable to catch a glimpse of her in the throng of fellow music enthusiasts. Meanwhile, the air shook with the pulsating notes arising from the nimble fingers of the bassist. The mellow mood of the evening suddenly shifted to unease in my mind. What if I can't find her and she doesn't find the restroom? Somehow, these thoughts gradually contorted into, What if I can't find the restroom? and I suddenly felt the urge to relieve myself. I wrestled through the sticky, sweaty, crowd, the pulsating notes resonating inside my bladder. Desperation was knocking, threatening to bust down the door to my urethra. I quickly looked down to ensure I wasn't leaking in my...jeans? (I had been wearing a dress before, but that didn't occur to me until after I woke up). Hallelujah. Still dry. I plunged my hand into my groin and continued to struggle through the crowd, now genuinely fearful I was going to wet myself in front of all these strangers. Just in the nick of time, however, I looked up and saw an abnormally large sign looming overhead, indicating the location of the women's room. With one hand pressing into my lady bits, I used my free hand to force people out of my way, some of them protesting at my blatant rudeness. Finally, I burst from the edge of the crowd and hobbled toward the restroom, hunched over in desperation. Hurriedly, I ran into the door. It didn't budge. I fell to the ground, curled up, nearly crying because I had to pee so badly. With one hand, I was clutching my nether region, with the other, my face. Between the shadows of my fingers, I saw the door suddenly open and some feet approach. I looked up through misty eyes and saw a man with dark hair looking down at me. "Sorry miss," he said with a strange accent, gesturing behind me, "Toilets 're closed. Yew'v gotta yewz the sand." I rolled over and saw several other women doing exactly that--but rather strangely. They were lining the edge of the beachfront, where the sand faded into sidewalk, none of them making any attempts to conceal themselves from the dancing crowd. One blonde girl in her mid-20's had pulled her pink shorts down to her knees, squatted and was urinating vigorously all over her own bare feet, splattering violently and darkening the sand beneath her. Another, with auburn hair, was probably in her early 30's. She had a dress, which she left in place as she stood to pee, the liquid trickling down and pooling between her legs. I could tell there were others, who were squatting like the first, but I couldn't make out their features because they were facing away from me, ardently making their own puddles. Nobody seemed to think this out of the ordinary and kept about their business as these women openly released the contents of their bladders. What will my friends think if I do that?! I thought in despair, despite the apparent social acceptability, suddenly remembering my friends for the first time since the start of the dream. I rose to my knees and turned back around to the restroom. This time, a second door that I hadn't seen before had materialized. It was the men's room. I bolted to my feet, the sudden movement miraculously not stressing my bladder at all apparently, and made a mad dash for the door. This one gave way and I entered a very large restroom--far too large for the building I had just entered. Not concerned by the logical bounds of physics, I darted my eyes around and took in my surroundings. On the left, stood a massive row of urinals--probably 30 in total--no privacy screens between them. In the very back of room, there were a handful of stalls, fashioned from strangely elegant wood. To the right, a line of sinks that mirrored the urinals. There were quite a few men around, probably 20-40 in total. Some were relieving themselves into the urinals, penises easily visible, some were washing their hands, and some were dancing to the music. Nobody seemed particularly off-put by my presence in the men's room, nor did the ones at the urinals take offense at my attention to their actively-leaking hardware. Then, I noticed a handful of other guys immediately to my left, who were talking to some women, lined up along the wall next to the door I just entered. Nobody seemed irked by their presence either. One of the ladies proudly boasted, "Look what I can do!" and promptly completed an, admittedly, awe-inspiring (physics defying) back flip. The guys were all very impressed...and not at all phased by the strange nature of women showing off back flips in the men's room. I noted that one of the guys--muscular, with dark hair, brown eyes, and some stubble--was particularly cute. I wasn't about to be one-upped by this girl in front of him, so I cried out, "Oh yeah?! Watch this!" They, including the handsome one, all turned to look at me, presumably expecting some sort of gymnastic feat. Instead, I darted for the nearest urinal, which was currently being used, and pushed the guy out of the way, disrupting the grip on his manhood, causing a splatter of pee before he resumed his business at the next urinal. Then, I unzipped the front of my jeans (I hadn't changed my clothes this time!) somehow maneuvered my clothing so my urethra wasn't occluded (which was honestly probably a more impressive feat than the black flip), and began to pee--through the fly! I sighed with relief and glowed with pride as I looked down, seeing nothing but a urinal between my legs and a jet of urine splattering flawlessly into the porcelain, shooting from between the teeth of my zipper (I didn't even unbutton!). It felt surreal to stand there, peeing just like a guy, but even less exposed, in the middle of the men's room, with a rather attractive audience . Pee continued to pour out perfectly, and I glanced to the side, where I could make out pink protrusions from the guys' pants, gripped gently between their fingers, sprinkling urine into their respective urinals. I wish I'd had the perspicacity to ask them if they wanted to compare sizes . Some of them seemed very startled, others didn't seem to notice (ya know, this kind of thing happens every day, right?!) After several moments of urine tinkling into the basin below, my stream finally came to a spurting end, which, conveniently enough, did not require any wiping, shaking, or drying at all. "Thank you, boys," I said condescendingly with a little curtsy as I zipped up my jeans and turned to face the guy I was trying to impress. Judging from the bulge in his pants, it had worked! As I smugly approached him, he said, "That was nothing," and unzipped his own jeans. I was growing very excited. Things below were tingling very nicely and the room seemed to heat up. He backed up against the sinks and pulled out his long, rigid, penis. I gasped a little and halted in my walk, gently touching my hand to the front of my pants. Then, fully erect, he shot a spurt of pee from the sink and managed to land it in the urinal against the opposite wall (I did warn you this dream was absolutely ridiculous). Urine sprayed majestically from his rigid jewel below and he shot a proud grin at me. I approached cautiously. "May I?" I asked, my eyes darting from his smile to the toy below his belt. He nodded and I gripped it tenderly. The skin was soft, but it felt firm as iron beneath. I could feel the pee coursing through the plumbing within. I was filled with so much excitement, I thought I might explode. I pried my eyes away and looked at the target on the other wall. He was still hitting the urinal, spot-on. With a sly smile, I jerked his penis to the side, sending urine cascading all over the bathroom. I giggled childishly and flicked it around again. Before long, I was waving it all over the place, shooting just about anything I could aim at. It was euphoric! I was filled with such awe...I can hit anything! That is, until my alarm blared and I was aroused to reality with a start (I swear, it's like the alarm sets itself to interrupt the best parts of my favorite dreams! ). Speaking of aroused, however, my panties were soaked--and not with urine. My heart was pounding and I felt like I was on fire. Still dazed and absolutely enraptured by the dream, I climbed out of bed, crossed my room with my legs awkwardly spread in a futile attempt to avoid smearing the juices any more, and bitterly hit my alarm. I made my way to the toilet, where I relieved a very full bladder and cleaned up (and, you guessed it, played a fair bit...which was really unavoidable anyway, given how alive things were down there ). I glanced out the window and noted how dismal the day was--gray and drizzly. I decided then; I didn't want to go anywhere...besides, I had more important things to do. My mind kept flicking back to the end of the dream: The freedom of peeing through a little slit in my pants without spilling a drop...but even more pressingly, the liberation of having a penis. I mean, sure, I didn't actually possess one in my dream, but I got a taste of what it must be like for the male populace by flicking around that one guy's hardware (emphasis on the hard ). Disappointed, I resigned myself to only ever using a penis in my fantasies, but I figured I could make the most of the plumbing I've got (or haven't got)! Today, I would commit myself to cleanly peeing with my pants up, just as well as any guy! I started off with several full glasses of water, and thus the wait began. I grabbed some dirty jeans out of the laundry and threw on a ratty t-shirt, maybe not sexy, but sensible attire for the task at hand. I forewent panties, figuring I needed to leave the trajectory as open as possible. As I waited for my bladder to fill, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and plotted my strategy. I stood in front of my toilet, spread my legs, and unzipped the fly. This is never going to work. I couldn't see anything but the front of my jeans (duh). I fidgeted with the denim, trying to make just enough of my vulva protrude to give my urethra a clean shot...it clearly wasn't going to happen like this. I probably wrestled with it for a full 5 minutes, trying to find some sort of angle with which I could leave my pants fully up, but get my lady bits semi-exposed. Finally, I resigned my dream to being exactly that: A dream, but I wasn't about to give up entirely. I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt. The waistband hugged my cheeks tightly, but I wasn't entirely flashing the audience (which, thankfully, was just my toilet and the bathroom wall for now). I pushed down the flaps of my unzipped and unbutton pants, exposing my pubic mound to the toilet lid. I thrust my hips awkwardly forward and leaned awkwardly backward. It's a long shot...but it's worth a try. I pulled my jeans back up, fastened them, took another swig of water, and awaited my bladder. After about an hour, my kidneys were dumping freshly-processed urine into my bladder at a very noticeable rate. I grinned to myself and made my way back to the toilet. I removed my socks, kicked them over to the bathroom door, and threw a towel onto the floor in front of the toilet. Stepping before the porcelain throne, I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt again and assumed the aforementioned stance, my hips jutting out, my upper body leaning back. I stepped so I was essentially straddling the toilet, but still standing. I messed with the front of my jeans a little, trying to clear the way for my pee stream before I noticed a significant oversight. In restitution, I bent over, lifted the toilet seat, saying, "For the ladies," and let out what was probably a particularly girly giggle. I re-assumed my position and prepared myself for trial 1. I had incredibly poor line-of-sight for the action, but by the way it felt, I knew I was going to shoot pee all over the front of my pants. Mildly frustrated, I pressed firmly against the crotch of my jeans, attempting to push it between my legs. It didn't feel like these efforts cleared much more of the "runway", but "liftoff" was about to proceed anyhow. Worst case, I pee all over myself, the toilet, and the floor and try it again in a few minutes...and that's, more or less, what happened. With a little pressure, a moderate stream of urine found its way out of my urethra...straight onto the front of my jeans. I heard the mellow patter of fluid hitting fabric and felt the familiar warmth of pee gushing all over my hand. I cursed quietly and attempted to reposition, but with little avail. The flood continued to enthusiastically pour from my crotch, rapidly darkening my jeans. I released the front of my pants and attempted to fidget with my labia, hoping I could figure out a way to aim. The results were exactly what you're probably expecting: More pee torrented all over my hands and splattered clumsily into my jeans. Enough had soaked in that I began hearing the soft tinkle of what managed to weave its way out of the fabric and drop into the basin below. Warmth steadily seeped through my attire, sticking to my legs as the dampness descended. I shivered suddenly with a chill, adding even more misfortune to the chaos below. Thus, I stood, soaking my pants until the last few spurts...thwap, thwap...thudded against the fabric of my clothing. The amusement of having flooded my pants and spattered my bathroom quickly overcame the frustration of a failed attempt and I laughed to myself. I peeled my jeans off of my skin and chucked them into the bathtub. I grabbed another towel, dried myself off, and, likewise, threw that into the tub. Bottomless, I washed my hands and made my way to the kitchen (awkwardly dodging around the house to close the blinds I'd forgotten to shut earlier). As I waited for my bladder to gear up for round 2, I made myself a quick breakfast. As such, the day carried on for several hours, each attempt as doomed as the first. Finally, at the end, I simply pulled the pants all the way down to my ankles and had mild success peeing into the toilet from a standing position, but still managed to spray pee all over the place. All in all, it was an incredibly fun, albeit somewhat unsatisfying day! I guess this'll just intensify the penis envy until I can figure out a way to maximize the equipment I've been given
  2. The Ladies Line

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    Well...after a long time of development, it's here. I apologize for the long wait...this should have taken less than a month, but I dragged it out for so long. I eventually got around to doing it...but I did not mean for it to reach over 93k frames. That's roughly over 5 minutes of animation not counting the other stuff and previous assets I had lying around. In total, this video is roughly 5:45 minutes long. This was also supposed to be uploaded yesterday; but despite the fact I reached out to PM Big Boss, he didn't get back to me until later that night. But now it's all good...the video is done, I was given a thumbs up by both parties of the request. Here it is...kyrieelleison14's, Big Boss' and my own ideas fused into one. Also; remind me to never make a video this long again. I won't listen...but please attempt. So the video here in question follows the same format as Delomo's request that I previously uploaded. No BGM, no dialogue, whacky situations and humor, and use of cartoon sound effects, There is a music track in the credits; but I don't plan to make a third continuation of this...so you can surmise this is my sound off to this 2 parter. So be prepared to laugh, and watch alot of wettings happen. There's actually 4 wettings in here, and one free peeing. Please enjoy...comment and review please....no seriously...comment and review. Bathroom sign by: ちはやえき/72kP (天日干しP) Pee effect by E教授: Park stage by おやぶん Sandwich in Heavies hand: monozof (He apparently had an english username :p)

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  3. Sharing a Toilet?

    Heyy everyone!! So I was recently browsing omo-/pee-related stuff and came across a video of a guy and girl simultaneously using the same toilet and thought it was suuuuuper hot! Have any of you ever tried this? The one I came across had the woman sitting with her legs spread and the man standing and aiming his stream between her thighs. I'd love to hear if any of you have tried this (or maybe even reversed the roles?! ) #RelationshipGoals
  4. What are the best free pissing web sites with downloadable videos?
  5. View File JAV - Almost Made It - FF-101 The title says it all. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/07/2018 Category Almost made it Clothing  
  6. JAV - Almost Made It - FF-101

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    The title says it all. Enjoy, Rach

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    Over 3 hours of different Japanese women playing with themselves on the toilet. Most of them 'squirt' to some extent, some of them rather spectacularly. *** Censored but shows masturbation and vaginas *** Enjoy, Rach

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  8. View File JAV - Toilet Masturbation Peeing (DIV-173) Over 3 hours of different Japanese women playing with themselves on the toilet. Most of them 'squirt' to some extent, some of them rather spectacularly. *** Censored but shows masturbation and vaginas *** Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/07/2018 Category Peeing  
  9. Well, here we go again. I hope this posts the way I intend. This is supposed to be a continuation of the previous high school track desperation, perhaps more appropriately named. A week has passed since the events took place at the track and Sara/Lara's house. I'd been keeping in contact with the both of them on a somewhat daily basis. Sara and I agreed that we would continue our routines as though nothing happened, with me making myself desperate and sneaking off under the bleachers to drain my bladder and Sara peeping and peeing as well. Usually by the time I was shaking the last few drops out she would be making her way over to contribute to the puddle, sometimes more desperately than others however. Today I had barely put my dick away when she appeared at my side and proceeded to pull her shorts down while lowering into a squat just above the earth. Soon after a hiss and splashing sound followed as she relaxed in her position. "Whew... boy am I glad you stopped when you did, it's hard to watch someone go when you have to go. They had a sale on my favorite Juice today and I may have over done it at work." She said in a playful manner. "You know you could just pee while I am, or even at your bush over there." I said gesturing toward where she usually spied on me. "I've heard of this thing called a toilet as well." I said laughingly. "Toilets are boring, I like it this way, besides, I know how this affects you..." She said slyly looking at my shorts, or more accurately the tent that had been pitched there. All the while I'd been staring at her while she answered natures call and it had taken its toll. "You can't go if you get hard right? I wouldn't want to interrupt your relief." "Well, it's not as easy, but it's not impossible for me. I don't know if I'm that unique but I can still whiz with an... er... with..." I stumbled over my words, even after everything we'd done I wasn't sure how appropriate it was to say boner in front of a lady. "Oh? My last boyfriend used to get mad when I'd wake him up with a handjob in the morning since he couldn't get his pee out. He wasn't good at holding it in though, and he wouldn't even let me watch him when he went. You'll have to show me that trick sometime" She said in a tone which was laden with sarcasm, although I wasn't sure just how much of what she said was true or false. "Ah ha. Very funny." I said dryly. "Aaaaannnnndd," she said as if waiting for something, her stream was barely a trickle now, she waved her hand in sort of a circle as if to say 'get on with it' as she kept trickling, it stopped, she pushed out one more squirt, nothing followed, "Empty at last. So it's finally the weekend again, got any plans?" she asked while standing and re-dressing herself. I would have been lying if I said I wasn't excited. I was hoping that I could join these sisters for another weekend. My last endeavor with Lara was interrupted by Sara coming home early. She worked at a theater and the schedule was sometimes unpredictable. In the end I was glad nothing too serious happened. I knew I couldn't have them both, and it wouldn't be fair to them to try. "I'm free, what did you have in mind?" I responded as calmly as I could. "Well, there's a showing of a movie tomorrow evening around this time that I think you'd enjoy, Lara already knows about it and was looking forward to it too. But for tonight we could just, you know, hang out?" she said with a grin most mischievous. Before I realized it she had stepped closer and yanked the front of my shorts and underwear down letting my still mostly erect penis flop out for the world to see. "Looks like someone approves." she said giggling. "Uh, I was fine in the car before, but uh, this is kinda TOO public." I stammered, my brain was going full blank, I didn't want to object and have her stop, but I also was afraid we'd been here too long. The sun which had started to set before was now all but gone. "Let's get somewhere more private." "Alright, as long as you're sure you can walk like that." She smiled before letting go of my pants. "I'll manage." I spouted righting myself and pulling everything back where it belongs. We started the walk back to my car, from there it was a short drive back to Sara's house. My pants were considerably more comfortable by the time we arrived. As we approached I saw Lara's car in the driveway, what was curious was Lara was outside the car pacing around, after she spotted us she waved and waited for us to pull up before I could even turn the car off she was around the other side looking tense as Sara opened her door to her. "Lara didn't you get off work an hour ago?" Sara asked her as she got out of the car looking puzzled. "Well, yes, but I locked my keys in the car. I was in a big rush when I got home and EEP!" she squealed as she stuck her hand between her already tightly closed legs. "Hurry up and give me your keys, I'm about to lose it here!" She pleaded as she danced on the spot. "Oh, sure, let me see here." Sara said as she dug through her purse. "Oh... I can't hold it much longer..." She squirmed, finally she looked up and saw me as I was transfixed on her dance. "I swear you always see me at my worst." she chuckled before tensing up again. "Found It!" Sara said presenting the dangling keys. Quickly Lara snatched the keys out of her hand, dashed up the stairs, as she fiddled with the lock Sara and I walked up behind her. Lara, having finally undone the cursed lock threw the door open and dashed down the hall to the waiting bathroom. I looked over Sara's shoulder in time to see the door slam and a few seconds later heard the sound of a mighty waterfall raging behind the door accompanied with a sigh of tremendous relief. Once Sara had turned the lights on to the hall it was made clear just how close Lara was, as tiny drops sprinkled a path to the toilet. Same as before, whatever design this house had made the tinkling in the bathroom audible almost everywhere if there were no sounds to drown it out, and even after 30 seconds of non-stop pissing, tinkling was much to gentle a term to describe it. Even at her most desperate I'm not sure Sara could match Lara's output. "So, seems like you react to anyone peeing huh?" Sara stated looking back at my pants again. "Er, I mean, it's uh..." I fumbled for something to say, I wasn't sure but I thought i detected jealousy in her tone. "Well, I'm no stranger to competition." she said as she leaned in closer to me, she grabbed my cock through my shorts and gave a gentle squeeze. "Be sure to drink up tonight, I want to see you perform tomorrow morning." "Perform?" I said half knowing what she meant. "You know it, in fact, I'll challenge you to a bit of a contest all my own." she smirked as she waltz over to her tv. "Ever played Omoyo?" she challenged spinning around holding a controller. "You mean that knockoff game about matching colors and making combos so the girl you play as gets to the toilet before her opponent?" I said in a manner that could be mistaken as lame exposition of something I just made up. "Every round you lose is another bottle of water you have to drink. Winner gets first dibs on relief, and the loser is not allowed to go until the winner has completely finished. What do you say?" She asked. "Alright, sounds good to me. Let me at it." I said confidently. Around the same time I noticed the chorus of Lara's pee had stopped, but I didn't think I ever heard a flush. Putting it out of my mind I readied myself for the game. And that's all the longer I can hold it for this session, I should be back much sooner with an update this time. In the meantime... I'm not sure how to say this but, I kinda wanted to back up my claim that I can hold a lot and still pee with an erection... what i'm trying to say is, I uploaded a video of myself. yes, the real me. It's called a long pee by N, it's in the downloads section. if you want you can check it out and tell me what you think. Alright, shameless plug over. I'm out.
  10. pee-wipe-pee-wipe?

    Well im not sure if this question is right here, but i hope it is. I recently realized that many/some girls pee then wipe (or not wipe and pull up panties or go a few steps), and then pee a second time (or even 3rd .. ). Does some1 here pee a second time shortly after having finished? (male aswell) Why do you do that? I know.. kinda weird question, but thanks ;P
  11. Hi once again everyone! By popular demand (one person :P),I have decided to recount an experience that happened on the journey during a school field trip. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ The trip had been scheduled by our school about a month in advance and all of the students were, in fact, quite looking forward to it. The trip was to be to Wayanad, a small city in the southmost coastal state of Kerela. The distance between Tumkur (my home town at the time) and Wayanad, was not by any means small, being about 300 km away. The school had also planned to take us through Bandipur, a wildlife sanctuary on route. At this point of time, I was in 12th standard and was dating Shruthi. We both arrived early in the morning at the school, had a large cup of steaming hot coffee at a small shack nearby, and headed to the boarding point. Once there, we encountered a large number of students, the majority clad in salwa kameez, which, to non-indian readers, looks something like this. After waiting another 30 minutes, with no sign of the bus, we began to get irritable. A student next to me told me that he had asked a teacher who said that the bus was on the way and would be here within 5 minutes. Sure enough within a minute or two, the bus pulled in to the stop. Students rushed to get on it, attempting to get the coveted back seats, far from the prying eyes of teachers. Somehow, Shruthi and I managed to get seats on the very last row of the bus. Shruthi looked excited, as was I as the bus pulled out. The first couple hours went by without incident. Owing to the cold early morning air, most students were bundled up and deeply asleep, most quite intoxicated from the charas we had smoked earlier. (A rather primitive form of hand-made hash). I sat next to Shruthi, resting my hand on her thigh, as we proceeded with the journey. During this time, owing to the fact that the people on the seat next to us were good friends of hers and fast asleep, and the fact that the teachers were also fast asleep, I slipped my hand down her pant leg and began to gently rub. She reciprocated the action and this continued for quite some time. Finally, after about another 40 minutes, the bus pulled in at a Dhaba, (extremely cheap roadside restaurants), for students to quickly relieve themselves and get back on. Shruthi and I however, having been engaged in foreplay for the better part of an hour, needed relief of a different kind. :P Pulling my hand out of her pants and standing up, we both made our way to the front of the bus, in a hurried motion. The teachers, assuming us to be nothing more than desperate students, stood aside and let us pass. As it was by now only about 8:00 in the morning, the Dhaba was fully empty. I glanced around for a secluded place where we could conclude our business but found none. I was contemplating heading behind the Dhaba (a plan that was far too risky owing to the large number of teachers present), when suddenly, Shruthi grabbed my hand and began pulling me in the direction of the ladies restroom. Just to give an image to the non-Indian readers, the Dhaba looked quite a lot like this. . The female restroom exterior looked like this Once entering the Ladies section, the layout was something like this, extremely run down and in appalling condition. Regardless, Shruthi, pulling me by the hand let me quickly into the Ladies restroom, walked down the 'alley' and entered a stall somewhere in approximately the middle. This would not normally work anywhere in India, owing primarily to the extremely conservative attitude held by the majority of the locals. Also, the other ladies in the bathroom would notice and make a big scene if they saw a man enter. However, as the Dhaba was empty at that time of day, and we were the first people to get off the bus, the plan was executed seamlessly. Shruthi pulled me into the stall, almost gasping in anticipation, and slammed the door behind her, fumbling and finally managing to latch the rusty door. No sooner than the door was locked, Shruthi lifted up the topmost part of her salwa kameez, untied the string holding her pants in place, and guided my hand to her pubic area. Similarly, I unzipped my pants and let my junk hang. She began rapidly jerking me off as I was rubbing her soaking wet groin. At this moment however, the rest of the girls from the school bus entered the washroom, no doubt desperate after being cooped up for so long. One girl entered the stall next to us and another, the stall on the other side. As seen in the picture, the toilets have almost now boundary, above or below the small partition wall. Owing to this, the sounds of their relief were all to audible to Shruthi and I. One girl could be heard struggling with the latch in the stall on our left, unable to get the door to shut. The girl in the other stall, had entered but hadn't begun to go yet, probably because she was wearing jeans or taking care of some other business. The first girl could be heard desperately swearing at the lock when suddenly a hushed but still quite loud, "FUCK!!!", reached my ears from her cubicle. The clickety-clack of her shoes on the marble floor could be heard as she desperately tried to position herself around the hole in the ground. Sure enough within a matter of seconds she had pulled down her Salwa Kameez pant and was peeing, extremely forcibly into the toilet. The sound proved too much for me and, combined with Shruthi's incessant stroking, I shot my load all over Shruthi's arm. Shruthi herself came within the next minute, her muscles tensing and her eyes rolling back in her head as I stroked faster and faster, at an ever increasing pace. Upon completion, I zipped my pants back up and Shruthi tied her Salwa. We waited for a minute or so. The tell-tale sound of loud streams hitting basins from the stalls besides us, informed us that others were there and that we shouldn't go out, lest I be seen. Shruthi however, didn't quite understand this and whispered to me, "Yāvuvu Nīvu kāyuttide!? Horabaralu!", (What are you just standing there for? Get out) "Nānu sādhyavilla", (I can't), I replied, "Lēḍi Hege Hoduvagodi" (There are still ladies there) With that she switched over to English, lest one of the students in the adjourning stalls understand what we were saying. "Seriously, just go!", She said agitated, "Nobody's there, it's fine" I opened my mouth to respond but at that exact moment there was a loud knocking on the door. "Ap yadvātadvā!! Nānu mūtra visarjane, mūtra visarjane!!", cried the girl outside the door. (Hurry up! I have to go really bad, I will seriously lose it!) Shruthi looked at me, acknowledging my satisfactory smirk, and replied "Nirīkṣisi, mutra Atisara, Beḷigge Āhāra kaḷapeyāgittu". (I'm sorry but you'll have to wait. I have loose motions, the morning food was very bad) I could swear that I heard the girl outside moan a disappointed groan, but my primary focus was directed inwards. I began to notice that Shruthi had begun to look uncomfortable, more and more by the minute, from the time we had finished our romance in the stall. I suspected that she needed to pee, but didn't want to upset her by asking, (she was still extremely embarrassed about the incident that took place in her driveway). Also I was confused as, up until a minute back, she had been showing no sign at all of needing to go. Now however, as she stood above the toilet on the other end of the stall, crossing and uncrossing her legs, I began to think otherwise. After another 5 minutes, there was silence in the restroom, and no sooner than the silence crossed my mind, did Shruthi throw me out of the stall. As she was closing it however, her Nokia phone beeped. She pulled in out of her pocket, bent over, and read the message. "ನೀವು ಅಲ್ಲಿ, ಬಸ್ ಬಿಟ್ಟು!!" (Where are you guys, the bus is leaving!). No sooner had Shruthi read the message than she jumped out of the stall, told me to come, and sprinted towards the exit and the bus. We made it just as the bus was pulling out, hopping inside, and weaving our way between the seats to reach our seats in the back, that Shruthi's friend had managed to keep for us. The inside of the bus, the back-most seat looked exactly like this, just slightly less rundown. The moment we sat down, I could sense Shruthi's trepidation. "What's wrong, I asked??", speaking in English so as not to be understood. "I really really had to", she stopped and corrected herself, "have to, go to the bathroom". I was quite surprised that she had admitted to it in my first asking, the only logical explanation would be that her inhibitions were lessened by the residual effects of the charas. "Oh." I said, "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll pull over soon enough, you can just go then." Unfortunately, 20 minutes passed and there was no sign of the bus slowing down. We had, by now, crossed over into Bandipur, the wildlife reserve. At the entrance, security men put metal grills over all of the windows and instructed the teachers not to let anybody leave the bus for safety reasons. We were instructed to give the grills back at the exiting check-post. Shruthi sat quietly in the seat next to me, biting her lip, her legs firmly crossed. "Hey", I asked, "How come you didn't have to go up until we got into the restroom?" "Don't know really",she replied, "I think it was because of you know, the rubbing,", she said the last part in a hushed voice. "Well then, do you ummm, maybe want me to give it another shot?", I asked. She looked at me with disgust and angrily declined. I apologized and turned away. After about another 30 minutes however, she turned to me and whispered, "I really can't hold it! honestly, I think it's the coffee but,", she paused, "But I don't just have to pee anymore...", she whispered softly, no doubt embarrassed. "I really can't control it all! I feel like I'm going to explode", she said, looking as if she was on the verge of tears. "Do you think you could, you know, help me...", she whimpered, trailing off. Understanding, I nodded and slipped my hand under her pants and into her panties. She relaxed her muscles, and uncrossed her legs, allowing me to reach where I needed to easier. I could feel a large damp spot on the back of my hand, the side that the panties were touching, I looked at her and she looked away embarrassed and muttered, "I told you." About 2 minutes later however, as I was rubbing, the bus hit a pothole. Her brown thighs suddenly squeezed shut so tightly that I couldn't remove my hand. At the same time, she doubled over and gasped. Almost simultaneously, I felt a squirt of warm liquid on my hand. I quickly wrenched my hand free from the vice like grasp of her thighs. It wet with a combination of sweat, juices and well, you know. She looked away ashamed, as she rocked back and forth, a solitary tear rolling down her brown cheek. After that I didn't put my hand back in, leaving Shruthi to fend for herself. She alternated between holding herself between her thighs and, when the other urge struck, holding the edges of her seat and pulling herself down, increasing the pressure between her butt and the seat. Within 5 minutes however she was entirely unable to hold it. She whimpered to me in Kannada, "Idu baraliruva", (it's coming out). I could smell a soft smell of urine and I knew that an accident was imminent. Thinking quickly, I grabbed her by the arm, yanked her to her feet (this was met by a soft squeak), and pulled her to the front of the bus, where I told the teacher to stop the bus. The teacher responded by saying that the bus couln't be stopped in such an area as it was dangerous. I told her that it was an emergency and that Shruthi was ill. Disbelieving, the teacher told us both to go back to our seats. At this point however, Shruthi double over, clutching her stomach, as an indescribably unfeminine sound left her body. She whimpered,her voice interspersed with soft sobs and her voice just loud enough for the teacher to hear, "Avaru suḷḷu alla, Nānu anārōgya am, Ap Nānu anārōgya am.." (He's not lying, I have loose motions and I'm having an accident) : Note, this is just a rough translation, it does not actually sound nearly as crude or gross. The teachers eyes widened. She signaled the driver to halt the bus. As soon as the bus ground to a halt, I lept off the bus with Shruthi and began to sprint towards a tree by the side of the road. Gasping she moaned, "Nānu māḍalu sādhyavilla!! Kalmaśagaḷu Īgāgalē baruva" (I won't make it, it's already coming) Letting go of her hand, my eyes scoured the landscape for another spot but to no avail. I turned around to see Shruthi hobbling behind the bus. The moment that she was behind the bus, in a spot like this, on the road. She yanked down her Salwa Kameez bottoms and squatted, her ass, large,brown, and shapely, fully visible. Even as she was pulling down her pants I could see a trickle of liquid falling onto the pavement. The moment that her pants were fully down however, she was wetting with force. Other noises, terrible and disturbing, reached my ears as well, as her other need was satisfied. After about a minute, she asked me to pass her a napkin. Not having one, I had to go and ask the teacher. The teacher, after rummaging through her handbag for a minute, found a few scraps of paper which she handed to me. Walking behind the bus, I gave the paper scraps to Shruthi who quizzically looked back and forth between me and the small pile of paper scraps in her hand, squatting all the while, the fruits of her labor more than any I'd ever seen, still there right beneath her. Her stream must have been extremely strong as the small puddle of her urine looked more like a lake than a puddle. She asked me to turn around as she attempted to use what had been given to her. After about a minute, she slowly stood up, pulled up both her panties and her Salwa, and stiffly walked back onto the bus. Surprisingly, nobody knew anything of what had happened, most of the students seemed to think that she had been sitting in the front the entire time and, only afterwards, moved to the back. Others, her friend Priyanka in particular, were of the belief that Shruthi needed to piss very bad and stopped the bus for that. Not wanting them to know the full truth, Shruthi agreed with them and things went on as normal. Within another 15 minutes, the bus pulled in at another Dhaba, one outside of the wildlife enclosure. Shruthi walked towards the bathroom, cleaned up properly, and returned beaming, truly relieved. Note: Upon discussing the incident with Shruthi recently, she seems to attribute the entire incident, primarily her other urges and their severity, to the charas. She claims that that is why she has never touched the drug since. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading everyone. Any feedback or comments would be greatly appreciated. Once again, a call out to all Indian members, please recount your experiences, there's few enough of us on this site as it is.
  12. A long held pee by N

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    This is the first time I've ever filmed myself in the act... also I haven't done a hold like this in a long time, it was sort of spur of the moment. Well anyway, I peed the night before at around 9pm. I then slept for 10 hours getting up at 7, at which point I drank 48 oz of water. I was able to hold it in till 11am before dashing to the toilet. I technically made it to the toilet before I started to go, but my penis just wasn't cooperating, it sent one stream high and the other low... missing the toilet almost completely... Needless to say I had some clean up to take care of in the end. Still the relief was amazing, I'm kind of out of breath at the end. I don't know if i'll ever do one of these again, but it was fun.

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  13. A long held pee by N View File This is the first time I've ever filmed myself in the act... also I haven't done a hold like this in a long time, it was sort of spur of the moment. Well anyway, I peed the night before at around 9pm. I then slept for 10 hours getting up at 7, at which point I drank 48 oz of water. I was able to hold it in till 11am before dashing to the toilet. I technically made it to the toilet before I started to go, but my penis just wasn't cooperating, it sent one stream high and the other low... missing the toilet almost completely... Needless to say I had some clean up to take care of in the end. Still the relief was amazing, I'm kind of out of breath at the end. I don't know if i'll ever do one of these again, but it was fun. Submitter nakasette Submitted 02/11/2018 Category Almost made it Clothing  
  14. A friend of mine called Preeti used to stay in the flat opposite me back in college. She was from South India and was very quiet and wore jasmine flowers in her hair and all. However, she didn't stay with her family or even with her relatives. Instead, she stayed with another girl from my class called Deeksha. When holidays started Deeksha returned to her home in Rajasthan. Preeti however, stayed for some reason. As I had an internship, I also stayed in the city. One day, just after returning from work, I spotted Preeti limping home towards the house. I rushed towards her and gave her my arm for support. As I helped her walk towards the house, I asked her what happened. She told me that she had been in a small bike accident on the main road. Luckily for her, the crash happened just in front of a small hospital. The hospital had bandaged her up nicely and told her not to tamper with the bandages for two days. I led Preeti up to my house and sat her down in the living room. I gave her tea and inspected her injuries. Her arms were hurt and the bandages were around her elbows, she couldn't bend them. After the tea Preeti looked uncomfortable. She asked me to take her back to her house. I tried, but she couldn't find the keys. After much searching and pain ,she agreed to stay in my house. I sat her down again and asked why she was so eager to leave. She told me that it was because she needed to use the bathroom very badly. I was shocked. I told her that she need'nt be embaressed ,and that she could use the bathroom here. She smiled painfully and shyly, and looked at the floor. "It's not that...." she muttered, "I c...can't bend my arms....... I'd have to be entirely naked to manage it." "What?" ,I gaped, not believing what I was hearing, "Why? That doesn't make sense!" Preeti shook her head knowlegdably, "It is. If I try going while not naked, I won't be able to pull my salwar down, and I'll....I'll... Soil it..." I was stunned. "Do you want me to help?", I asked. Preeti looked shocked. "No! No! What are you suggesting!?" I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Preeti. She wiggled her legs in desperation and sighed, exhaling in defeat. "Aww well...", she said, at her wits end, "I can't see any other way. Could you take me to the bathroom and ... help me?" I almost gasped. My dick throbbed under my jeans and I began to get wet. I helped Preeti to her feet and took her to my Western style loo. The moment the toilet came into sight, Preeti became much more desperate. She hobbled faster and I was forced to keep pace. When we were a step away from it she almost shouted, "DOWN DOWN! Take them DOWN! Now!! My Salwar!! Take it off!!!" I fumbled around down there. I lifted up her dark green kurti and held it up with one hand. I frantically tried to untie the Salwar knot with only my one free remaining hand as Preeti squirmed underneath my touch. In the crotch of her pale yellow Salwar, I noticed a damp spot. I moved one hand slightly closer as Preeti squirmed some more. Finally, I untied the knot. The air was thick with the smell of Preeti, her perfume, her sweat, and her groin. As Preeti salwar collapsed to the floor, Preeti pushed me back. As I stumbled to keep my balance, Preeti took a step backwards and plopped herself desperately onto the toilet seat, seemingly unaware that a bit of her kurti from the back had come between her butt and the seat and was now dangling precariously in the bowl. I though to mention it to her but then I heard the sound. A loud serpentine hiss of piss being violently and forcefully ejected from the bladder and being sprayed onto the sides of the porcelein bowl. The stream smashed against the side and trickled down into the water. Preeti moaned orgasmically as her bladder emptied itself. She sat there, seemingly unaware or unconcerned that I was watching here piss and was merely 2 strokes away from shooting my load inside my jeans; she just sat there peeing until she was drained. After the last drop of her bladder's contents had made it into the toilet bowl, she looked at me. I offered to wipe her and she initially refused, clamping her legs shut in indignation. However, after a long and gory discussion on all things UTI ,she agreed. I reached for a drop of toilet paper and she gingerly spread her legs. I gulped, wrapped the flimsy piece of toilet paper around my hand and bent forward to wipe the dripping hairy mauve patch nestled between her thighs. As I came forward, my head was on level with Preeti's knees. My groin made contact with the cold porcelein of the toilet bowl. As I wiped between her legs, the warmness and wetness soaked through the thin piece of absorbable paper and dampened my hand. My throbbing dick pressed once more against the hard porcelein of the toilet, and ejaculated uncontrollably. As I filled my underwear with creamy gooeiness, I gasped and doubled over. Preeti laughed at me. She stood up, her pubes on full display; a neat triangle of curly tamilian pubic hair, and said, "If you're done jizzing in your pants, can you pull mine up?" THE END
  15. Version 1.0.0

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    Housed peeing / 家庭内隠撮 不測の事態!トイレ足止めおしっこ漏らし (DLSL-105) There are many situations in our daily life where we are so shy to say "want to go to toilet". "Hurry to release" says in heart but the talk is never end. When the talk is finally broke, girls have reach the limit. After thinking "it's my limit" the pee drops down and flows along legs. Without any solution to stop it, girls have left others unforgettable ashamed memories. Thank @KubaAseph and @MBR for your recommendation. There have been so many people telling me they want to watch this video. And I like this video very much, too. Unfortunately, I have been searching this video for months but any download source is never found. So I have no ways but buy this video by a agent. The price is lower when buy videos from the agent but there are some watermarks on the video. I hope they won't influence you to enjoy it. Enjoy~ --------------------------------------------- 日々の生活の中でトイレに行けないアクシデントの数々。 いずれも他人の前、「ちょっとトイレへ…」なぞおくびにも出せない状況である。 「早く解放して!」と心の叫びも空しく、一向に終わらない長話。 脱出しようと尿道一歩手前までにじり寄るおしっこ。 「もう限界!」と頭中に走馬灯が駆け抜け、間もなくして太ももを伝わり落ちる温かなお漏らし汁。 足元に広がりゆくその尿だまりを隠しきれる筈もなく、、彼女たちは他人の前で一生ものの 恥をさらすのであった。 Productcode: DLSL-105 Downloadable: 2016/08/01 Shipping: 2016/08/10 Time: 118 Bitrate: 4000 kbps Studios: Sharila

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  16. Tsunade's greatest relief (Request)

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    Do you want a omorashi drawing of some special character? Contact and ask me! I make commissions for around $5. You can see more on my Deviantart page: https://papergami.deviantart.com/
  17. MMD RWBY Unwanted Toilet Buddy

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    This animation is the second request I have managed to attend to, and was requested by Delomo. Delomo's request involved one of the RWBY characters Blake using the restroom with Yang busting in, clearly desperate to pee. Unable to hold it, she shares the toilet with Blake to relieve herself. So...I don't watch RWBY, but something that I have deep inside me called common sense told me this is a scenario that can literally work on our own twisted little world...so I decided to make it on a more light heartened entertaining level. I used alot of sound effects, and had some background hilarity in addition as well; so I'm sure everyone will get a laugh. Once the two are in the bathroom, it'll focus more on the usual scheme of things. I absolutely hated working with these models...I choose them since they had skirts. Since I can't model, I have to rely on the illusion that they have their pants down for this to look real. But the skirt physics were all over the place, as well as the hair. I had to record in clips instead of one overall big clip which is what I did for most of my stuff, because I had would have align them back up and then record again. It was so staggering since it made what should have taken only to 4:30 AM to finish last night to 7:20 AM. Still, I like the final result and Delomo had positive feedback for it so I accomplished what I intended for this. I wonder though...will people be able to figure out what Demoman was doing in this video though? Panties by amiamy111 Pee effect by E教授: Park stage by おやぶん Take on me meme motion by 1234ruru

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  18. View File [Happy New Year!][DLEE-151]トイレ盗撮 びちょびちょ パンツスタイルおしっこ漏らし2 トイレ盗撮 びちょびちょ パンツスタイルおしっこ漏らし2 / Leaking from pants Vol.2 [DLEE-151] Discover the ladies wearing pants and holding pee, and then follow them! Holding the pee, their legs and waists are shaking. Finally they dash into the toilets, but when close the door, the bladder can't hold anymore with 120% pee in it and the pee spreads in their legs and feet. Happy New Year! Do you still remember me? Enjoy~ --------------------------------------------------- 街中で見かけたパンツスタイルの似合う美脚女性に執着し、むっちりした美脚をこすり合わせおしっこを我慢している所をトイレまで追跡してみました。我慢している姿は美尻がむにむに揺れ「おしっこ我慢」がバレないように表情を固くさせている。やっと飛び込んだトイレ、扉の鍵を閉める時には膀胱は120%崩壊、ぴったりしたパンツの中に凄いスピードで濃くはっきりしたシミが広がるのであった。便器にまたがった時には尿軸が見えるほどズボンの生地を貫通した大量おしっこを床に叩きつける。困ったことにパンツスタイルのシミは隠しきれない・・・誰が見ても分かるほどの大きなシミ姿でトイレを出るしか無い彼女たちは、最高の屈辱を股間に街中を歩くのだった。 Productcode: DLEE-151 Downloadable: 2017/03/01 Shipping: 2017/03/08 Time: 159 Bitrate: 4000 kbps Studios: EVO Submitter Satori Submitted 12/30/2017 Category Almost made it Clothing Unspecified  
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    トイレ盗撮 びちょびちょ パンツスタイルおしっこ漏らし2 / Leaking from pants Vol.2 [DLEE-151] Discover the ladies wearing pants and holding pee, and then follow them! Holding the pee, their legs and waists are shaking. Finally they dash into the toilets, but when close the door, the bladder can't hold anymore with 120% pee in it and the pee spreads in their legs and feet. Happy New Year! Do you still remember me? Enjoy~ --------------------------------------------------- 街中で見かけたパンツスタイルの似合う美脚女性に執着し、むっちりした美脚をこすり合わせおしっこを我慢している所をトイレまで追跡してみました。我慢している姿は美尻がむにむに揺れ「おしっこ我慢」がバレないように表情を固くさせている。やっと飛び込んだトイレ、扉の鍵を閉める時には膀胱は120%崩壊、ぴったりしたパンツの中に凄いスピードで濃くはっきりしたシミが広がるのであった。便器にまたがった時には尿軸が見えるほどズボンの生地を貫通した大量おしっこを床に叩きつける。困ったことにパンツスタイルのシミは隠しきれない・・・誰が見ても分かるほどの大きなシミ姿でトイレを出るしか無い彼女たちは、最高の屈辱を股間に街中を歩くのだった。 Productcode: DLEE-151 Downloadable: 2017/03/01 Shipping: 2017/03/08 Time: 159 Bitrate: 4000 kbps Studios: EVO

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  20. View File JAV - Toilet Masturbation and Peeing. So this is a split-screen video of a Japanese woman masturbating on the toilet. On the left we see her whole body as she fingers herself and on the a ****NAKED**** close up of a vulva, which gets increasingly wet, and eventually pees, followed by clean up. WARNING - The right hand screen is basically a close up of a vulva, you have been warned! **** ;) Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/06/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
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    So this is a split-screen video of a Japanese woman masturbating on the toilet. On the left we see her whole body as she fingers herself and on the a ****NAKED**** close up of a vulva, which gets increasingly wet, and eventually pees, followed by clean up. WARNING - The right hand screen is basically a close up of a vulva, you have been warned! **** ;) Enjoy, Rach

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  23. View File DGJB 6 + 7 - JAV Almost Made It Two full length JAV videos featuring streams of women rushing into the washroom but not quite making it in time. Classic censored Almost Made It JAV for your holiday viewing pleasure. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/18/2017 Category Almost made it Clothing  
  24. View File 女子校生チャイムダッシュ!! おしっこ (DLSL-076) Pee dash! -School Gal- / 女子校生チャイムダッシュ!! おしっこ (DLSL-076) Schoolgirls become desperate in class. When the chime ringing, they dash to the toilet... Thank @Storm and @KubaAseph for recommending this video. Enjoy~ ----------------------------------------------- 体験したことはないだろうか、授業中に膀胱が膨れ上がって「もぅ我慢の限界!」という感覚を。 静かな教室でモジモジと脚を固く閉じ、チャイムが鳴るのを苦しそうな表情で待っている女生徒。 チャイムと同時に教室から飛び出し、バタバタとトイレに飛び込んでくる姿をカメラは逃さない。 自分の尿道を締めることに必死の彼女達はパンツを下ろした瞬間、ブワッシャーーー!と勢いよく太っい直線のオシッコを噴き出す。 パンツを脱ぐ時間が無くあと一歩のところでお漏らししてしまったり、途中でチャイムが鳴り急いで出し切ろうと力むが、オシッコが中々終ってくれない子など。 バタバタしていた子もパンツに黄色いシミを作ってしまった子も、みんな何食わぬ顔をして教室に戻って行くのだ。 Productcode: DLSL-076 Downloadable: 2016/02/01 Shipping: 2016/02/10 Time: 102 Bitrate: 4000 kbps Studios: Sharila Submitter Satori Submitted 07/14/2016 Category Female Wetting