they start to leak. at first, it’s only a few drop, but then it becomes slow dribbles, until their crotch is wet. the wet material of their jeans is stiffer, it doesn’t glide against their underwear anymore, so every rut forward makes it dig harder into their flesh.
suddenly, a forceful spurt escapes them, strong enough they can hear a hissing sound, and, in reaction, they jolt forward hard. their clit throbs under the harsh pressure. tears gather at the corner of their eyes as they shake and wait for this wave of desperation to pass. it does, eventually, and they’re able to relax and release the tension briefly, but it’s only a matter of time before it happens again. this time, when they’re already pressed forward as tight as can be, cunt throbbing under the pressure, they still leak some. the spurt lasts only a second, but the spasmic throbbing of their muscles has them moaning in pleasure.
they rut forward shamelessly, feeling delirious, both because it’s the only way to keep holding and because it feels so good. soon enough, more spurts escape them, pulses of heat burning at their desire. between the tightness of their clothes, the friction, the unending movements and tension, the hot liquid, and their arousal, everything is just so hot.
a shift to the side as a particularly strong wave of desperation hits them has the inseam of their pants rub painfully on their clit, making them lose control for a second. it only stops when they rut forward again, and the pleasure makes them clench. it’s not enough, they’re fighting a losing battle. they grind, pushing their pelvis forward, and grab the belt loops of their pants to pull them tighter between their legs. they have to sort of unclench their thighs to be able to really pull like they want to, so the next time they leak they see it darken their crotch and shine before they regain control. moaning, they rut in their pants again and again, watching themselves loose control excruciatingly slowly.
there’s a breaking point to everything, tho, and they’re reaching it. feeling it approaching, they double down their efforts and press their legs together again, despite the pain of the tighter constriction. they feel it coming, a wave of desperation and need they won’t be able to defy, they just know it. still, they hump and rub themselves. at this point, every shift makes them throb and they so badly need that kind of release too…
as it approaches, the pleasure in their loins keeps rising. a perfectly time squirm and suddenly they’re on the edge of orgasm. they panic. if they come, they’ll lose it. they just know it will be over. they still their movements, and just pull their pants tight while the edge passes. they’re so fucking close, they have to hold it back consciously. then, the dreaded wave of desperation is looming over, and there’s no way in hell they’re dealing with that one handsfree. thinking they’ve calmed down enough, they resume the squirming… only, when it nears its peak and there’s tears in the corner of their eyes, they shift in a way that sends their clit throbbing again. they’re so close. they can’t come. they just might. they have to let go to edge, they have to, or they’ll come. they do, and immediately a heated spurt leaks out. they moan, it feels do good between their clenched thighs. another one hisses, their cunt throbs. then, another one, fuck, they’re losing it, they can’t do this. they’re going to lose it. they rut forward again, and stop when the seam is pressed into their cunt as tight as it can be. it’s still not enough, they leak again. they’re losing it. they can feel it coming, the next peek of desperation they will absolutely lose to. it’s coming, so close, they’re so close, so close to relief… they don’t want to piss themselves, they’re doing everything in their power not to, but the relief will be heavenly. it’s coming, fuck, fuck, it’s coming, it’s there, the wave of need, it’s gonna come out…
a forceful spurts hisses between their clenched thighs, their needy clit throbs, another spurts leaks, they shift and whimper, and then, almost out of nowhere, they’re coming.
okay, they’ve been on the edge for a while, but still, they didn’t expect to, not like this. pleasure overwhelms their senses, they can feel this cunt throbbing and they give in to the urge to grind forward, unrestrained. they’re sort of aware that with each orgasmic pulse, they squirt more piss, but they don’t care. it feels so good anyways, the burning squirts right under their clit, as they grind and arch and moan, dragging their clit against the fabric, riding out the orgasm. it lasts and lasts, and by the time pleasure wanes and they’re shivering through aftershocks, they started pissing full force. the loud hissing sounds sinful. the sensation of double relief is incredible, they sorta gyrate in their seat to milk out the aftershocks as they continue to go.
by the time they’re done emptying themselves, they’re light headed and wanting more again. looking again the mess, they dare press a hand to their crotch and squeeze their thighs around it. they’re so overstimulated and turned on that it take at most a minute or humping their hand before they come again. they thought they were empty, but they squirt a little with this orgasm too.
reeling, they finally lean back to start catching their breath. they are so doing this again.
