Spent the evening rewatching Pride and Prejudice (for the hundredth time, oops!) and now I’m all soft and romantic... but also weirdly turned on? There's something about that slow burn tension that makes me crave the opposite—being pinned against a wall, my dress ripped open, rough hands groping my tits while a thick cock forces its way into my tight cunt. No sweet nothings, just pure, desperate fucking until I’m dripping down my thighs. Ugh, why do period dramas always make me so needy? Maybe I should start a book club... with benefits. 😇💖