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In the kitchen, the clock is ticking and I race against time, stirring the pot with one hand as my swollen bladder pulses urgently, my tight pants rubbing against my adrenaline-soaked pussy. I feel the pressure building, hot and desperate, my legs trembling as I hurriedly chop vegetables, but I can't hold on: a hot stream escapes, drenching my crotch in a golden pool that spreads down my thighs. I urinate uncontrollably, hot pee seeping through the fabric, dripping onto the floor, I cry out in relief and pleasure.