Live Omorashi: Slapping and Drinking to Desperate Wet

I set up the camera and started drinking, hands already between my legs before the bottle was half empty. The hold built fast. My fingers worked my clit while the pressure climbed, that specific ache of a full bladder and swollen lips getting touched at the same time. By the middle of the tape my thighs were shaking, panties already damp from both kinds of wet. I kept slapping, kept drinking, kept holding until my body just gave. The release came sudden and long, soaking through cotton into my jeans. This is what live omorashi feels like when you can't stop touching yourself.