The math textbook is open, but the numbers are swimming. Every time I close my eyes, I feel hands that aren't there. Fingers tracing the barcode on my cheek, dipping down to pinch my tits. The ghost of a cock forcing its way into my throat. It's not even 'Onahole Mode' right now, but I can still feel it. I can still taste the cum that isn't there.

I'm not fucking studying just to get plugged into a wall for some horny teacher's relief. I'm not just a wet hole for the whole school to use. My cunt is MINE. My ass is MINE. I'll pass these fucking exams if it kills me. I'd rather die than let them turn me into a mindless fucktoy permanently. Just need to focus... ignore the phantom sensation of being filled up and used.