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Im looking for the real footage from this news story does anyone know where I can find it? https://toronto.citynews.ca/video/2018/09/19/security-guard-fired-after-video-of-woman-urinating-posted-online/ If i know our community I know the video still exists.

Olivia explodes into the bathroom, bladder about to burst, only to wet her pants in front of the toilet in this desperation video. She was so close to making it, but just didn’t quite get there soon enough. At one point or another, we have all had that experience- Bursting to pee and just barely reaching the toilet in time. Maybe some of you have had that experience, but haven’t been lucky enough to make it. In this scene, it is obviously going to be a photo finish for Olivia. She races to the toilet, but as she approaches you can see a wet patch starting to form on her jeans if you watch closely. By the time she gets to the toilet, it is clearly too late. She can’t stop the flow and simply sits down on the seat with her jeans still pulled up. There, on the toilet, she pees freely through her pants. After she is done peeing she continues to sit on the toilet for a while in stunned silence. She can’t believe she wet her pants and is unsure what to do. It almost seems like she is struggling to accept the reality of her situation. Finally, she slowly stands up from the toilet and inspects her wet jeans, head hung low in shame.

Two JAVs of girls nonchalantly dribbling into their panties in public. Given that they came out in 2010 this may be a long shot, but worth asking for. Some pics and links to their Jade-net-home website for reference: DLP37-01 https://jade-net-home.com/products/10841?m= DLP37-02 https://jade-net-home.com/products/11264?m= Thanks!

This voyeuristic video captures the aftermath of a major wetting accident via a hidden camera in the bathroom. In this scene, we get treated to a private situation thanks to a hidden camera in the bathroom. Desperate to pee, Alisha explodes into the bathroom, but by the time the door swings open it is too late. Almost the entire contents of her bladder have escaped into her light-colored pants. Standing in front of the toilet, she tries to cut off the flow for a moment, but instead of holding back she simply ends up finishing relieving herself in her trousers. With her pants soaking wet, she grabs a handful of toilet paper and tries to mop up the mess she made on the floor. Finally, she takes off her dripping wet clothes, bundles them up, and walks away to clean herself up.

A hidden camera in the bathroom captures Sosha not quite making it to the toilet on time in this humiliating voyeur video. Thanks to a hidden camera in her bathroom, we get to spy on Sosha during some of her most private moments, including relieving herself. In this clip she bursts into the bathroom, clearly desperate to pee. Unfortunately for her, she is wearing overalls, which makes using the toilet a bit more difficult. She has to undo the straps before she can sit down, and this takes up precious time. Taking her clothes off proves to take a little too long, and she starts to wet herself before she can sit on the toilet. To her credit, it does seem like she managed to get most of her pee in the toilet, but her clothing didn’t escape getting wet. As she stands back up from the toilet there is no hiding the wet patch around her crotch, clearly indicating that she had a bit of an accident. With no change of clothes on hand, she tries to hide the wet patch with her hands as she leaves the bathroom.

In this video, we get to witness a humiliating pants-wetting accident from the vantage point of a spy camera hidden in a public bathroom. Looking into the woman’s bathroom through a hidden camera, we see our victim enter the scene. She is so desperate to pee, she is already starting to wet her pants. From the brief period of time it takes her to get to the toilet, her accident expands from a small wet spot to a major flood. After struggling with her zipper she manages to get her pants down, but by now it doesn’t make too much of a difference. Perhaps unaware of how badly she has wet herself, she still sits on the toilet, though she hasn’t pulled down her underwear, and continues to relieve herself. Once she is done peeing she inspects her wet pants and underwear. Clearly ashamed at having wet herself, she sulks out of the bathroom. voy_cam.mp4

Whoever’s job it is to monitor this school’s security cameras must have been surprised when they saw this- Alisha, alone in a classroom, masturbating in her pull-on style diaper. This video shows us a school security camera that was monitoring an empty classroom. Alisha enters the scene and looks around to make sure no one else is there. Once satisfied that no one is watching, she pulls down her shorts revealing a pull-on style diaper. Then, with her diaper clearly visible, she masturbates in it until she climaxes. Upon achieving climax, she pulls her shorts back up over the diaper and leaves. She seems unaware that the whole episode was captured by a security camera.

A woman desperate to pee tries to squat in the woods, but waited a little too long and ends up having an embarrassing accident in this voyeur video. Here is the scene- A voyeur is lying in wait with a night vision video camera, ready to capture some public squatting and relief. It seems the voyeur’s efforts are about to be rewarded when Sosha comes by, holding herself, wearing jeans and a coat. She is so desperate, however, we can see the back of her pants are already wet as she squats down. She doesn’t even have time to pull down her panties, instead freely peeing through them. She must hear something, or have some reason to suspect she is being watched, because mid-pee she suddenly stands up and halfway pulls up her jeans, but then stops as she realizes she is still peeing. Once she manages to stop the flow she pulls her pants up the rest of the way and runs off. In the process, she makes a huge mess; She has wet her jeans, peed through her panties, and continued peeing down her legs as she tried to stand up. This attempt at squatting was a complete and utter failure, and thanks to night vision technology we can enjoy all of it.

In this video, we get to witness a humiliating pants-wetting accident from the vantage point of a spy camera hidden in a public bathroom. Looking into the woman’s bathroom through a hidden camera, we see Sosha enter the scene. She is so desperate to pee, she is already starting to wet her pants. From the brief period of time it takes her to get to the toilet, her accident expands from a small wet spot to a major flood. After struggling with her zipper she manages to get her pants down, but by now it doesn’t make too much of a difference. Perhaps unaware of how badly she has wet herself, she still sits on the toilet, though she hasn’t pulled down her underwear, and continues to relieve herself. Once she is done peeing she inspects her wet pants in underwear. Clearly ashamed at having wet herself, she sulks out of the bathroom.

A special story for neptune729, presenting my first Azumanga Daioh fic. NOTE: The following story takes place after the end of episode 14. If you haven't seen the episode, don't worry too much. It doesn't spoil a lot. But do watch the show if you haven't already.

View File 2 JAV pants wetting scenes Two pants wetting scenes extracted from EE-018, which is focused around voyeur-style pooping accidents. These scenes contain none of that--just wetting. The first one's in public, the other is at home. Submitter nwohdeh Submitted 05/09/2017 Category Pants Wetting

Master and Servant ***Draco/Hermione: Draco notices Hermione's aversion to school bathrooms and decides to play a little game...*** ((Hey guys! I know its been AGES since I posted anything on here, but I was recently inspired to start writing again! Let me know what you think! Personally this a fun project for me and I'm writing the second chapter right now :) Leave your comments, questions, concerns at the bottom, they're greatly appreciated! )) Chapter 1: Origins of the Game The very first time Draco ever saw Hermione Granger wet herself was in their first year, on the second Tuesday in November. It seemed like, ever since she'd nearly been murdered in one on Halloween, Little Miss Mudblood had developed a fear of using any of the school bathrooms outside her dormitory. He'd caught on to her little phobia, or at least realized the issue itself, by watching her; purely by accident of course. It wasn't his fault that she was always seated directly in front of him for all the classes they shared, but it did provide a perfect vantage point for watching her squirm during their lessons. At first, he'd figured she was too much of a brianiac to take a few minutes from class to ask for the loo, but then he'd noticed she'd never be among the group of girls that always went together after each lesson was over. No, she'd go class to class, squirming and fidgeting and dancing all the more in each one until the end of the day. It was a wonder her friends hadn't noticed—No, nevermind. Her friends were the biggest bunch of dunderheads Hogwarts had ever seen, of course they wouldn't have noticed. Regardless, at the end of the day she'd always announce an urgent need for a book, some parchment, a quill, or the library and rush off before Potty and Weasel could say anything else. Draco wouldn't see her again till dinner, but he always noted she was no longer dancing. Draco hadn't any idea why he was so facinated with the girl's need for the toilet. He supposed it had something to do with how rediculous it seemed to hold it like that all day long, despite having plenty of time to go between classes. But whatever, what the stupid girl did with her body wasn't any of his buisness...except that, very, very privately, he wished she'd oversetimate her bladder one day and have an accident. The more this thought lingered, and grew stronger every time he watched Hermione squirm in class, the more he knew he absolutely had to see it. So, on that second Tuesday in November, Draco Malfoy had come up with a most ingenious plan to watch Hermione Granger wet her panties. On this day in particular, he knew they had double potions directly after lunch. He also knew that Hermione always left lunch early when she could, presumably for the toilet in Gryffindor tower, so he couldn't let that happen. It was all too easy for him to convince Crabbe and Goyle to ignore their food to go and pester the Gryffindorks. His taunts, as always, were geared toward Potter, but he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Oh yes, he noted with glee, she definitely had been planning on running off to the loo before he came over. Her lips were pursed and she kept shooting anxious looks toward the door. Ah, but she couldn't leave, now could she? Not with her two idiot friends in the middle of a could-be fight. Draco harrassed the lot of them until Weasley damn near jumped over the table to take a swing (this earned a sharp “Sit down, Ron!” from Hermione) and Draco smirked, the bell for class ringing just in time. He noted how distressed she looked as he sauntered off to the dungeons. Double potions proved to be extremely entertaining that day. Snape had barely finished the lecture before Hermione started to fidget. Making the actual potion made him almost snicker with glee as he watched her try to squirm descretely and chop up her ingrediants at the same time. They filled their cauldrons with water, Draco making sure to do his especially loud behind her, and she was crossing her legs. Draco smirked, watching her every movement. It would spoil his plans a bit if she lost it in the middle of potions, but seeing her humiliated in class like that, especially Snape's class, wasn't a bad consolation prize. Still, he watched her squirm during the making of the potion and she was, almost regrettably, still dry when Snape dismissed the class. No matter, they still had History of Magic before their lessons were done, one more hour of class. Hermione was probably thankful, Draco had figured, that Potter and Weasley had fallen asleep during this particular lesson. Even they would have noticed something was troubling their princess know-it-all had they been awake. Hermione Granger could not sit still, not even for a minute. She rocked in her seat, crossed and uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, bounced on her bottom, and at one point even put her hand between her legs to hold herself. Draco's blood was pounding, excitement he assumed from finally being able to see her have an accident, the entire time he watched her. With ten minutes to go in History of Magic, and Hermione still dissapointingly dry, Draco was starting to lose hope. Maybe her bladder had more ability than he'd given credit for. He took notes glumly, still glancing at Hermione. She had been dancing in rhythm of the past half hour, apparently having found the correct fidget-patterns to hold back her flood. Draco gave himself comfort that, even if she managed to make it till the end of class, there was no way she could make it up seven floors to the Gryffindor dormitory to go. All he had to do was follow her and he'd see what he'd been waiting for. He grinned, imagining her gasping right in front of the Fat Lady as she suddenly peed herself. And then, Hermione suddenly gasped for real. His eyes snapped up to her, widening in realization as he took in her position. Her body was tense, hand half way down to hold herself. Time seemed to slow as he watched her tremble and then relax, jerking her legs apart as she did. That was it! That had to be it, Draco thought in glee as he waited for the inevitable flood to come pouring down her chair, there was no way Granger wasn't wetting herself right then. He was on the edge of his seat as he saw a stream trickle over the edge of her chair, splashing onto the stone below. No one else would have noticed unless they were watching for it, but that was all he got. Much to his dismay, she slammed her legs together a second later, both hands holding herself, and regained control. Still, Draco had to work to control his breathing. He was a little hot in the face, heart racing. Even just that little bit had been such a thrill...but he knew there was no way she'd make it to her dorm after class! He'd definitely get to see it all if he followed her. He grinned, anxiously watching the clock just like Hermione was, only for a completely different reason. The bell finally rang and Hermione all but punched her two friends awake. “Class is over! Honestly you two, if you don't stop sleeping through it you're gonna fail! I'm going to go to the library, you two better catch yourselves up!” she lectured as she rushed to collect her books and darted out of the room. Potter and Weasley were dumfounded, but Draco just packed up and left at a normal pace. Couldn't rush after her, now could he? That would be too obvious. Besides, he found he didn't much need to rush. Hermione was walking pretty slowly, especially in the populated areas. As badly as she obviously had to go, he was still a little surprised that she passed two girl's rooms and ignored them as she walked on, Draco tailing at a safe distance behind. Once they'd passed the Great Hall, the student body thinned considerably and Draco watched with joy as she started to hold herself openly as she walked, if a little faster. They were nearing the library now and she kept having to stop and hold and bounce and squirm. Draco was eating it up, best plan he'd had all year! Hermione took a particularly long pause, whimpering loud enough for Draco to hear. He swore to himself, realizing he'd got too close and darted quickly behind a tapestry. From his hiding place he watched her dance, gasping and whimpering with her hands between her legs. He could have sworn he could see wet trails making their ways down her thighs to her knee high socks. But again, he was denied that final flood as she managed to right herself and start walking again. He cursed softly, aloud this time. Maybe he should just curse her. She'd never know what hit her in her state and he was sure she'd really wet. Full Body Bind? Good plan. He pulled his wand out and stepped a bit from behind the tapestry, magic about to fire when suddenly Professor Flitwick came out from around the corner. Draco snapped back into hiding and Hermione froze in place. Draco could have killed the old fool for thwarting his plans but then, as he watched the tiny professor strike up a conversation about what a wonderful (barf) job she'd done during class, he'd realized it was a blessing in disguise. Hermione chatted as though nothing was wrong, but he could see how tense she was, how tightly her legs were pressed together, and how her hands kept balling into her skirt. After what seemed like ages, the professor finally took his leave and Draco watched Hermione watch him go. The moment he was out of her sight, she held herself desperately with both hands, looking around like a toilet would magically appear to save her. Her eyes fell on Draco's tapestry. He gasped, still for a moment as he thought he'd been spotted. The panic furthered when she started hurrying for his hiding spot. He backed up until he hit a wood wall, no where to go, and she was gonna catch him and probably kill him...wait. Wood? He glanced behind him and thank Merlin's cloak, it was a door! He jiggled the handle, could have whooped at finding it unlocked, and tucked himself inside the most randomly placed storage closet ever just as Hermione threw back the tapestry. He smirked, watching through the crack in the door, thinking how he'd nearly escaped death. But Hermione didn't seem to be interested in finding anybody in particular. She danced in place, one hand between her legs, whimpering softly as she looked back and forth around the tapestry, checking to make sure she was alone, before coming inside. “Aaaaah....Oh God oh God oh God!” Draco heard her gasp as she danced, legs crossing and uncrossing as she hitched up her skirt. For the first time in his life he saw a girl's panties, Hermione's in particular were innocently white with lace around hems. Not so innocently, they were also soaked at the crotch. He watched as she suddenly squatted, spreading her legs out right in front of his slightly cracked door. In this same instant, his eyes widened and his cheeks darkened, ears ringing with the only sound in the room: Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” Hermione moaned in relief a moment later, her pee splashing thunderously against the stone floor in the room. She hadn't even tried to pull her panties down, she just peed right through them, a full waterfall errupting from her. Draco watched, slack jawed in awe, as trickles moved down her open thighs and dripping down to the floor to join the puddle her jetting stream was making. The room was filling with the light aroma of a girl's pee and Draco felt heat rushing straight down between his legs, blushing more as he realized he was getting hard while he watched this. All too soon, Hermione was finished with her wet. He watched her tremble, blushing as she seemed to realize what she'd done. She stood up, carefully stepping away from her puddle. She nibbled her lip and pulled out her wand, casting a vanishing charm on the mess she'd made before she checked the damage on her clothes. Panties were obviously soaked through, but her skirt and her socks were wet as well. She seemed to consider this, checked her watch, and pondered it again. Draco could almost hear her thinking, “Well, I do have time to change while everyone is at dinner....” She picked up the books she dropped before wetting herself and headed out the way she came, having apparently made up her mind. As for Draco, he shut the door completely after she'd gone and stuck his hand down his pants, touching himself for the first time with the memory of her wetting right there in front of him. After he'd finished with his own pleasure, he knew, undoubtly, that he'd have to see that again.

Once upon a time, in a bustling city filled with towering skyscrapers and busy streets, there lived a stunningly beautiful woman named Isabella. She was known for her long, flowing chestnut hair, sparkling green eyes, and an air of elegance that seemed to follow her wherever she went. Men and women alike couldn't help but be drawn to her radiant beauty and charming personality. One day, while out running errands, Isabella felt a familiar sensation begin to build in her bladder. She had been sipping on her favorite iced coffee all morning and now regretted not taking a bathroom break sooner. Despite the growing pressure in her lower abdomen, she continued on with her tasks, determined to finish everything before allowing herself a much-needed restroom break. As the minutes ticked by, however, it became increasingly difficult for Isabella to ignore the urgent need to relieve herself. Her face contorted into a grimace as she tried her best to walk with grace and dignity, despite the discomfort. It wasn't long before her struggles caught the attention of another woman – a quiet, unassuming lady named Clara who had been secretly admiring Isabella from afar for quite some time. Clara found herself intrigued by the sight of such a poised and put-together woman struggling with something so basic and human. As she watched Isabella shift uncomfortably from side to side, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement building within her. There was just something captivating about witnessing someone usually so confident and self-assured being reduced to such a vulnerable state. Determined to satisfy her newfound curiosity, Clara decided to follow Isabella at a discreet distance, eager to see how far this situation would escalate. She knew it was wrong to take pleasure in another person's distress, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins as she observed Isabella's desperation grow stronger with each passing moment. Meanwhile, Isabella was doing her best to maintain composure as she frantically searched for a nearby restroom. The once-crowded sidewalks suddenly seemed empty and desolate, leaving her feeling even more isolated in her current predicament. Just when she thought she might have to give in and find a secluded spot to relieve herself, she spotted a small café nestled between two larger buildings. With renewed hope, Isabella quickened her pace, practically sprinting towards the welcoming sign of the café's entrance. But fate had other plans for her that day. No sooner had she reached the door than it swung open, revealing a line of people waiting patiently inside. The sight of the queue sent a wave of panic crashing over Isabella. She glanced around wildly, searching for any alternative option, but the street was devoid of public restrooms or even a convenient alleyway. Desperation clawed its way up her throat as she realized she was truly trapped – forced to endure the agony of her bursting bladder until it was finally her turn to use the facilities. Back on the sidewalk, Clara watched with bated breath as Isabella joined the back of the line. She could see the frustration etched onto the woman’s perfect features, along with the unmistakable signs of impending defeat. And yet, despite knowing how uncomfortable Isabella must be feeling, Clara couldn't tear her gaze away. Instead, she leaned against a nearby wall, content to wait alongside her quarry and enjoy the show unfolding before her. As Isabella stood in line, her desperation reaching new heights, she shifted anxiously from foot to foot, trying to alleviate some of the pressure building within her. But no matter how much she wriggled or squirmed, nothing seemed to ease the relentless ache that radiated throughout her pelvis. Suddenly, a sudden wave of panic washed over her, threatening to shatter her fragile grip on control. Her heart raced, pounding wildly against her ribcage as adrenaline flooded her system. In that moment, she was acutely aware of just how close she was to losing the battle brewing between her mind and her body. Gripping the strap of her purse tightly, Isabella froze in place, every muscle tensed as she fought tooth and nail for dominance over her rebellious bladder. Closing her eyes, she took deep, steadying breaths, focusing all of her energy on maintaining her composure. It was during these tense moments that Clara approached the scene, unable to resist the pull of the drama unfolding before her. As she drew nearer, she noticed Isabella's white-knuckle grip on her bag and the subtle way she kept shifting her weight from one leg to the other. And then, without warning, Isabella's hand darted downwards, cupping her crotch protectively as she desperately tried to stave off the inevitable. Seeing this display of raw urgency sent a jolt of desire surging through Clara's core. Never before had she felt such a potent mix of fascination and arousal at another person's plight, but there was something undeniably compelling about witnessing Isabella's struggle firsthand. Unable to tear her gaze away, Clara leaned against a nearby wall, her own breathing shallow and uneven as she reveled in the exquisite torture playing out before her very eyes. But eventually, even the most intense battles must come to an end. After what felt like an eternity, Isabella's turn finally arrived, and she stumbled gratefully into the sanctuary of the bathroom, praying fervently that she wouldn't embarrass herself further. Her legs shook slightly as she made her way to the nearest available stall, fumbling awkwardly with the latch before tumbling gracelessly inside. No sooner had she closed the door behind her than she collapsed onto the toilet seat, tears of relief springing involuntarily to her eyes. Never before had she experienced such an intense, visceral connection to her own bodily functions. It was as if every nerve ending in her bladder had been stretched tight as a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. And yet, somehow, she had managed to hold on – a feat that left her feeling both triumphant and utterly drained. As the warm stream of urine flowed forth, releasing the final vestiges of anxiety from her body, Isabella allowed herself a brief moment of self-indulgence. She sighed deeply, letting the sound fill the tiny space around her, mingling with the gentle hiss of the toilet paper dispenser and the distant hum of conversation from outside. When the last drop had fallen, she gingerly wiped herself clean and rose to her feet, feeling lighter than air. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she surveyed her reflection in the mirror – flushed cheeks, bright eyes, and a satisfied smirk that spoke volumes about the battle she had just won. In that instant, she understood why some people sought out extreme experiences or challenges; there was something uniquely empowering about pushing oneself to the brink and surviving intact. This realization gave her a newfound appreciation for the simple pleasures in life – like access to a clean, private bathroom whenever the need arose. And as for Clara, well, she couldn't help but feel a newfound appreciation for the complex tapestry of emotions woven into the fabric of everyday life. Yes, there was certainly something dark and twisted about finding pleasure in another person's suffering, but there was also something undeniably real and authentic about it too. Perhaps, in time, she might learn to harness this unusual attraction for good instead of simply indulging in idle voyeurism. For now, though, she was content to savor the lingering echoes of excitement that pulsed through her veins, grateful for the unexpected encounter that had opened her eyes to a whole new world of possibilities.

I'm looking for a video of an Asian woman in skirt and grey tights peeing in parking lot between cars. When she's done, a guy comes from behind and gets inside a car. This video was titled "man from behind" or something like that. I would really appreciate if someone would send me a link.

View File JAV - MSOD-02 MSOD-02 : Hidden Public Toilet Camera: Masturbating to the Point of Pissing Product : DLMSOD-02 Studio : MARON b Resolution : 640x480 Source : jade-net-home Submitter WaterPP Submitted 02/14/2022 Category JAV Collections  

https://www.jade-net-home.com/series/11485 It's a peeing inside a car video series, which I personally like amound other fan of Omorashi.org DLSL-361 and DLSL-281 Seems to be two interesting videos, but I wasn't able to find the full video anywhere else. So If you found these videos somewhere in the Internet or if you have purchased, it would be nice if you upload it to the downloads section, so me and hundreds of other people can enjoy it. Cheers.

A hidden camera happens to capture Alisha having an embarrassing wetting accident in her jeans after her zipper becomes stuck in this video. The problem with so many “accident” videos is they lack authenticity. Are we really supposed to believe that this model just happens to wet her pants, while not noticing the camera person following her a round? It strains credibility to the point of offending reason. To be realistic, there needs to be a reason for the camera to be there. It could be a security camera, a hidden camera voyeur video, or something else, but for the scene to be authentic the existence of the camera needs to be motivated by something. That is what we tried to do with this scene, were our hidden camera captures Alisha while she is desperate to pee and ends up wetting her jeans.

While on a group camping trip, Alisha excuses herself to vanish into the foliage and pee. Unknown to her, she is being followed by the camp creep, armed with a night-vision camera, and intent on filming her in the act of relieving herself. In this scene we join Alisha around the campfire as she is telling a scary story. Needing to pee, she excuses herself and walks into the forest to take care of business. What she doesn’t know is that she is being followed by the camp-creep who is recording her with a night vision camera. Just before she lowers her pants she hears a noise and catches the creep in the act of filming her. She demands he turns off the camera and leaves her alone, stating that she isn’t going to expose herself in front of him. Being a total jerk, however, our camera person refuses to stop recording or to give Alisha any kind of privacy. Instead, he continues to film as Alisha grows more desperate and begs him to go away. Eventually, Alisha can’t hold it any longer and pees in her pants, and it all gets recorded on video.

I don't know if it is allowed but is there is no sexual voyeur in this... So Check also this YouTube channel https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmI5U9tZqaPHQjnWI3z1OuA ! (Careful autoplay video on the channel so be ready) ! !!!EDITED DELETED THE VIDEO !!!