‌

I stand in front of the mirror, focused on perfecting my makeup. I’m wearing a sleek black dress, hugging every curve, with matching black panties underneath. Brush in hand, I line my eyes with precision — confidence building with every stroke. Then… it starts. A slow warmth spreads between my thighs as my bladder lets go. I don’t flinch. Don’t stop. Just watch the moment unfold in the mirror — my expression calm, even seductive, as the dark stain blooms across my panties. The wetness clings, heavy and undeniable, but I keep going. Lipstick next. A little smile. I look good… even better now, soaked and unbothered.