First priority is declenching and emptying that bladder

As if the fullness of your bladder and the feeling of a full roll of toilet-paper draining all the moisture from your insides wasn't bad enough cutting off the stream of pee so abruptly feels like a giant cramp and you hunch over, clutching your urethra, struggling to sooth the ache while at the same time relax the muscles. The seeming wall of liquid pushing on the sealed muscles feels like it's pounding for release and you resort to tickling your urethra.

Long and sharp like Jacob likes them, your nails scrape across your mound, dancing furiously across it like it's a guitar. Errant swipes scratch the arid walls of your pussy and drag across your curious clit, which seems to have stuck out to look around. A whine escapes your throat as you lean your cheek into the grimy wall, oblivious to the fact it seems to have never been washed.

"Goddamn you must be one freaky horny chick!" a voice exclaims, making you jump in startlement.

The sudden move send a spike of pain through your bladder muscles from the jump, while your nailed fingers end up clawing across your dry, sensitive lining. Instead of protesting his presence you let out a long moan of pain.