She smirks at you, that steely glint in her eyes, as your bladder surges and heat spurts out of the tip of your cock, dampening your jeans just a little. "Can't hold it anymore? You know you won't get to taste me if you can't hold it in." You whimper a little despite your best efforts to keep it in. Suddenly she's an inch from your face, fully smiling now. "What was that? A little noise?" Her hand comes down, moving slowly down your abdomen, pressure increasing, until it's centered over your bladder, the weight unbearable. You fully moan as you lose control, soaking yourself, piss pooling under you, soaking the sheets. She chuckles, moves from the bed, and with a dismissive hand wave, you know you better have this laundry done soon, or you could face more delicious punishment.
