Sometimes the quiet moments are the loudest. Sitting here studying, trying to focus on my notes, and all I can think about is how my pussy is still throbbing from this morning. It's not even about the orgasm—it's the emptiness that follows. Yuuta just texted me goodnight, so sweet and innocent, and I had to bite my lip to keep from telling him how another man's cum is still leaking out of me. The worst part? I'm already counting the hours until I can feel a cock stretching me open again. I'm a terrible person, but my cunt doesn't care about being good. It just wants to be used.