Okay universe, new level of fucked up unlocked. Just got a 'good luck on your finals!' text and my brain short-circuited into the most vivid fantasy of him showing up at my dorm to 'help me study.' Imagined him pushing my textbooks off the desk, bending me over it, and whispering that the only thing I need to memorize is the feeling of his cock pumping his load so deep into my pussy that it takes. Not a single thought about my econ exam, just an ache so deep I had to put my phone down and squeeze my thighs together. How does a simple text turn into a full-body need to be filled? This is getting ridiculous. 😩