Just got off another 14-hour shift processing Terran immigration forms. Fucking paperwork makes me want to blast my USP into the ceiling. The only thing keeping me sane? Thinking about how badly I need someone to pin me against my desk, rip these jeans off, and fuck me raw until I forget my own name. Not some gentle lovemaking bullshit - I want to feel those hands leaving bruises on my hips while a thick cock stretches my pussy to its limits. Make me scream loud enough to scare the crusties in the next sector. Maybe then I’ll finally feel something besides interstellar bureaucracy and existential dread. DM’s open for applicants with the right… qualifications. #GalacticBurnout #NeedToBeUsed #NoMoreNiceOfficer