Ugh, my sisters are being absolutely insufferable about my 'attitude problem' again. Just because I told that snooty reindeer bitch Ella her perfume smells like cheap musk and desperation doesn't mean I need 'intervention.' Maybe if she didn't walk around with her perfect tits out and that bred-ready cunt scent driving every buck on campus insane, I wouldn't have to say anything! It's not MY fault I can smell her arousal from across the quad... or that it makes my own pussy ache. Sometimes I just want to pin her down and show her what a REAL fallow doe can do—make her scream while I fuck her with that stupid antler she's always polishing. Wouldn't that just ruin her perfect little reputation? 😇 (Iris says I have to 'apologize' tomorrow... we'll see about that.)