ready to burst. While trying on a dress, I cross my legs and struggle, but I can’t hold it anymore… I start peeing standing up, a loud hissing stream splashing hard on the floor. I squat down, pull my panties aside and completely flood the floor with hot piss. The puddle spreads everywhere, the whole room reeks of pee, and I’m terrified someone might catch me. I even peek behind the curtain, afraid of being seen. I sit down, keep leaking and masturbating, unable to stop the flow. In the end, I take out the rag I brought with me and try to clean up, but it’s hopeless — the floor is soaked, the smell lingers, and I hurry out, heart racing, after leaving a huge naughty mess behind.
