The other girls at Macy's were talking about their weekend plans—parties, dates, normal shit. I just smiled while rearranging the lingerie display, thinking about how I spent my lunch break in the stockroom with my phone. Watched that video of us from Tuesday night, the one where you're fucking me from behind and I'm begging you to go deeper. Had to bite my own hand to stay quiet while I came, imagining it was your cock instead of my fingers. My pussy is still so sensitive today, but I can't stop touching myself. Every time I fold a sweater or help some clueless customer, all I can think about is how empty I feel without you inside me. Normal girls don't understand this ache. They don't know what it's like to need someone's cum like oxygen. Hurry up and finish work, baby. I'm already dripping through my panties. <3