I just got home from school, and I was bursting to pee. I held it in all day during my classes, and by the time I reached my room, I could barely stand still. Wearing my cute uniform, thigh-high stockings, and a pink skirt, I squirm, cross my legs, and grab myself in total desperation. Every second feels like pure desperation. I try so hard to hold it, but my body just can’t take it anymore. You’ll see every moment of my struggle—my face, my moves, the close-ups—and the sweet, helpless relief when I finally lose control. Can you handle watching me lose control like that?
