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Desperate on the Doorstep
(Gianna Daino)

As each minute crept by, the idea that they'd be breaking for lunch soon seemed to relay straight to her bladder, making her cunt throb with more and more intensity. 



Tanya uncrossed her legs and crossed them again, subtly slipping her hand between her thighs so she could press against her cunt, reassuring it that she would give it relief soon, just fifteen more minutes. But it didn't listen. It only cried out stronger for her to let go. Tanya bit her lip and clamped down on that feeling, trying once again to ignore it. 



She returned her gaze to the window, her eyes taking in the view outside, her mind scouting out the bushes and buildings, imagining herself creeping behind them and pulling down her pants, the bark of a tree or the rough brick of a wall cool against her hand as she pissed all over the leaf litter below her. 



Fuck, that would feel so good. She needed to go so bad, she wouldn't even be embarrassed about it, she wouldn't even care if people could see her. She was just so desperate. She could barely hold it any longer.



"Gina, I..."