wetting in public

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was just minding my own business, while trying to navigate the bustling aisles of the local superstore. Which, let’s be honest, is already a comedic goldmine on any given day. My basket was precariously stacked with various impulse buys when I noticed a dude a few feet ahead of me acting a little…uh…shifty.

He was wearing these beige cargo shorts. In hindsight, they didn’t exactly help camouflage the emerging situation. He kept adjusting his stance, almost like he was doing a subtle, internal dance battle with himself. I initially just thought he had a really itchy butt. Or was perhaps auditioning for a very niche interpretive dance troupe in the cereal aisle. But then I spotted a distinct, darkening patch at the front of his shorts.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Oh, hey, hi, dirty boy. I’ve discovered your browser history, and I know what you want. It’s nasty, but that’s okay. I don’t mind being a dirty girl for you. I’ve been chugging bottles of water, and now I need to go. Do you wanna watch me piddle? I can’t even count how many ounces I’ve downed preparing this playtime for you.

I have to go now, I mean, I REALLY have to go! It feels like I’m about to burst! There are goosebumps all over my limbs, and my knees are clenched together as I bounce around, trying to hold it. Does my potty dance turn you on? There’s a tent in your pants, dirty boy. You do wanna watch, don’t you?

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