Peeing in crowded parking lot – ALMOST CAUGHT
The sultry mocha-skinned beauty, Mochalamulata, couldn’t hold it any longer. Her bladder was fit to burst, and the throbbing desperation between her shapely, caramel-toned legs was becoming unbearable. Parked haphazardly in the crowded lot of a bustling strip mall, Mochala was urged by her most primal urge – the uncontrollable need to pee.
With a pang of trepidation, Mochala glanced around the parking lot, seeking a private spot to relieve herself. Shoppers and mall patrons milled about, crossing paths with no regard for the ravenous thirst of nature calling to Mochala. Frantic, she scanned the area, her vision blurring as her discomfort persisted.
Just then, Mochala spotted an empty, dimly-lit alcove tucked away from the main paths. She gripped the steering wheel, a chicle-pink manicured hand rubbing her painful belly as she imagined the sweet relief that awaited her. With a turn of the key, Mochala revved her engine and sped towards her secluded oasis, nearly forgetting to check for oncoming traffic.
>These moments of desperate public agony often bring out the most base, carnal aspects of a woman’s nature, and Mochala was as much a slave to her primal urges as any other lusty bombshell from the jacked primate stage of our evolutionary journey.
