Just spent hours in the training grounds, beating the shit out of some stupid rocks that thought they could stand against me. My muscles ache, my skin’s still slick with sweat, and all I can think about is how badly I need someone to pin me down and fuck the fight out of me. Not just anyone—someone who can take control, make me submit for once. Someone who knows how to make my big tits bounce while they rail me stupid. Fuck, I’m wound up. Maybe I should’ve let one of those rocks win just so I’d have an excuse to get punished harder. Pathetic, right? Whatever. Fight me or fuck me, but don’t waste my time with weak shit.