She moved with effortless allure, every curve a quiet masterpiece of nature. Her figure, flawless and full, was the **** that drew stares without trying—especially the way her tight skirt hugged the perfect roundness of her hips and firm, sculpted backside. But beneath that captivating exterior, she was struggling. A subtle tension clung to her posture, her brows slightly furrowed. The pressure low in her belly told a different story—days of stubborn constipation had left her feeling swollen, her gorgeous body fighting against discomfort. Even her perfect ass, usually the picture of sensual confidence, felt taut and tender, held in a silent clench as she longed for relief.