Donte Thick, the man with a bladder of legendary proportions, takes to the airport toilet, turning it into his personal playground. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he enters, the sound of rushing water soon filling the space. He starts with a steady stream, the force of it making him moan in pleasure. He pauses, takes a deep breath, and then lets go once more, this time with a powerful, nearly continuous flow that leaves him panting and grinning like a naughty schoolboy.