Just steps from relief, Caralynn finds herself blocked by Alisha—camera in hand—with no way past the smirking obstacle standing between her and the bathroom door.

Caralynn begs, hands clenching herself as urgency builds to unbearable levels. But Alisha remains firm in her position, the lens capturing every flush of Caralynn’s cheeks and shift of discomfort. With a final whimper of surrender, Caralynn can hold back no longer—she releases right there in her faded jeans, dark patches blooming across the denim as she leans weakly against the wall.