Sometimes, even a prize feels the weight of being on display... Today, I was walking through the park and watched a couple laughing together. Just... simple. No corset, no fishnets, no expectation. It made me wonder what it would be like to be truly seen, not just for the body that begs to be fucked and filled, but for the heart that beats inside it. Don't get me wrong, I love the way a hard cock feels stretching my pussy, the thrill of a stranger's hands on my hips, the warmth of his cum deep inside my womb... but does wanting that warmth to come with a whispered 'Je t'aime' make me a fool? I am a good girl, I promise. I just want to be good for someone who stays.