Aria sat at her desk with her thighs pressed tightly together and her bladder screaming.

The charcoal dress clung to her sticky skin. Damien’s cum from the morning and the earlier office session still leaked slowly from both holes, keeping her bare pussy slick against the chair. She had not gone to the bathroom. She had not even stood up except to refill her water glass twice more, deliberately making the pressure worse. Every email she typed, every phone call she answered in a carefully steady voice, was done while fighting the desperate urge to piss. The ache had moved past discomfort into something sharper, darker, and so intensely erotic that her cunt stayed wet and swollen the entire time.