One evening, Karen fulfilled my wildest imagination. She said that she really wants to use the toilet, but this excites her, and she will tolerate it until the morning. I told her to go to bed quickly, and Karen, having drunk a glass of wine, poured and put a large glass of water near the bed to drink it at night. It was still only ten o'clock in the evening, and I was burning with impatience; I wanted this night to pass quickly. Karen groans and the fact that she was squirming on the bed woke me up around 4 am, and putting my hand on her stomach, I realized what was happening: her bladder was hard because she really wanted to pee, a glass from the water was already empty. The feeling of my hand on her VERY HARD bladder was unbearable for Karen, at first she pushed her hand away, but then asked to put her hand between her legs. Telling me how much she wanted to piss, Karen took my finger and pressed them on the urethra. Her knees were a bit bent, and she turned on her side, saying that she felt better this way.

Karen's bladder was filled to the limit, but she wanted to try to endure a little longer. Karen asked me to continue pressing her finger on her urethra so that she could loosen her tired sphincter a little and maybe even take a nap. I understood that Karen was joking about “taking a nap”, but I was incredibly excited by these words. Lying next to her, with a hand in her crotch, I was excited more and more and just thrust my excited member into her. Karen was so tense, but at the same time so wet that if she hadn’t said: “Ooh, oh, no, please,” I would have reached orgasm in a few seconds. I began to gently reintroduce my dick into her so that she could endure longer. Karen asked me not to enter it deeply, but after a few seconds we reached orgasm. Then Karen sincerely and plaintively told me: "Wait, my bladder is already at the limit, and I can not stand even a few minutes.

Well, if I manage to get dry to the toilet! ”She pushed me away, squeezed her hand between her legs, and we ran to the toilet (she was there first). I sat on the edge of the bath, and Karen sat on my knees with legs spread wide. She moaned softly and told me that she never wanted to use the toilet so much in her entire life. But even after a minute, not a drop of urine flowed out of it. I wanted to feel her hot urine flowing through me, and Karen told me that her bladder would just burst if she didn’t pee now, but despite her desperate attempts, she failed to weaken the sphincter.

Karen's abdomen was hard as a stone, tears even appeared in the corners of her eyes. She was massaging her belly with all her strength and rubbing herself between her legs, but she didn’t succeed. Then I went to the sink and opened the faucet. YES!! After a second or two, a real fountain of urine escaped from Karen's crotch. She squirted in all directions and wetted my legs. I put my hands under this stream, and then I began to stroke her breasts, after which I moved a little and inserted my penis into her wet excited vagina. I got up, and we continued to do it standing up, after a few seconds Karen was screaming from an orgasm, and I suggested that she repeat her bladder test after a couple of weeks (and she agreed!).