Look how I pee on my trip to Europe, I was on the plane and urinated like crazy

Mid-flight, I squirmed in my seat, legs crossed tight, pussy throbbing with a desperate need to let loose. The plane’s hum was a dull roar, but all I could hear was the pounding in my skull, the ache between my thighs. I leaned over, grabbed my phone, and started filming, a sick grin spreading across my face. “Look at this, you fuckers,” I whispered, zooming in on my crotch, the denim stretched taut over my swollen pussy lips. I unzipped my jeans just enough to slip my hand inside, fingers diving straight into my slick, messily dripping cunt. I bit my lip, stifling a moan as I fingered myself, the camera capturing every filthy detail.

The airplane bathroom was a fucking shithole, but it was private, and that was all that mattered. I kicked the door shut, flicked the lock, and dropped my jeans to my ankles. My pussy was a swollen, glistening mess, juices dripping down my thighs. I perched on the toilet, spread my legs wide, and started to piss, the hot stream arcing out, splattering against the cold porcelain. I moaned, a low, gutural sound, as I urinated, the relief intense, the humiliation electric. I grabbed my phone, angled it just right, and filmed every disgusting second, the golden stream, the wet sounds, the raw, animalistic pleasure on my face. “Fuck yeah,” I panted, “look how I piss on my trip to Europe, you dirty bastards.”