Yes, that's exactly what's going on down there.
The worst part about it isn't the stomach cramps or the fact that my ass has the reliable isochronism and sheer hydrolic strength of Old Faithful, but the sweaty internal conflict that I wrestle with in the stall of the very public bathroom at work. Do I try the pinch-and-release, dealing the liquid feces into the bowl over a dozen intense expulsions, drawing less attention to myself over a longer period of time? Or do I throw caution to the wind, forcing it all out in one explosive, head-turning anal blast? Either way, there's Perfect Storm-levels of water displacement happening within feet of my peers, and I suppose there's no way to hide it. Or is there?
Please advise, TNL.
Originally Posted by netwurked
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