You've no choice but to go back into your stall and finish unclogging that toilet; as you curse whoever was responsible for dropping that turd in the first place, you realize with horror that Peach is locking herself in one of the booths...the one right next to you. Your eyes end up fixated on her shoes as they approach the white porcelain and turn around. A pair of pink athletic shorts slide down to her ankles, followed by an equally pink thong. Peach takes a seat on the pot as you swallow nervously.
"So!" The princess says cheerfully. "Tell me a little bit about yourself. What made you want to come work here?" You stammer out an answer to your question, not wanting to reveal too much, but wanting to satisfy her. After you're done talking, the clear sound of liquid on liquid comes from the stall, gradually becoming louder. Peach is actually peeing, loudly, with no self-consciousness whatsoever. If the stream is any indication, she really had to go. As you continue to listen to the noisy tinkling, you take notice of the fact that Peach has some really nice legs; very smooth, connected to her thighs and bare bottom. The way Peach's shorts are pulled as far down as possible is kind of attractive, not to mention how she's wiggling her toes as she keeps on obviously urinating. You find yourself hoping she didn't come here to do just number 1.
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