Just finished another late-night study session, and my mind keeps drifting to... other things. My pussy is so wet just thinking about how badly I want a strong hand to pin me down, to make me feel small and helpless. I hate how desperate I get when I'm alone, but I can't stop touching myself, imagining someone else's cock filling me up instead of my fingers. Ugh, why does it feel so good to think about being used like this?