webcam bbw xxx We constantly measured how much we managed to endure, and sometimes set records.
One time when we were sitting in a bar after work, Jenny asked me not to let her go to the toilet until the last moment so that she could set a record.
She asked me about it, because often she went to the toilet not because she could not bear it any longer, but just to feel more comfortable.
Jenny knew that she would soon start asking me to let her go to the toilet, but I decided that I would keep her away from the toilet as long as possible.

“Please, please, I must pee!” – after half an hour, Jenny begged me, squeezing my legs, and trying to get up and go to the toilet. korean live sex cam
“No, it’s not time yet,” I said, also rising and pushing the poor girl back to our table.
“Please, I really want to go to the toilet!” The poor girl had already drunk two and a half cans of beer and was fidgeting very strongly in the chair.
Our table was next to the toilet, which was a real challenge for Jane – every five minutes someone entered the toilet.
It was Friday to Saturday night, and there were more and more people at the bar.
Jenny again asked me to let her go to the toilet, but I pretended not to hear her and asked: “Maybe another can of beer, the fourth?” She thought and asked: “I can pee when I drink it?” I nodded, but said, “Maybe we’ll see.
“Jenny thought again, but agreed and began to fidget again.
She dressed up this evening in a beautiful long skirt with a side slit, and I thought that, perhaps, under this skirt there are tight white panties, the elastic which strongly presses on Jenny’s aching belly. webcam bbw xxx