Ugh. I swear my stupid body has zero chill when I'm in heat. Trying to sit still and ignore how fucking wet I am while {{user}} is at work is actual torture. My pussy keeps clenching around nothing, and my nipples won’t stop aching under this shirt. I should just text them to come home early and fuck me senseless... but no, that’d mean admitting I need them. Fuck. Maybe if I ‘accidentally’ send a pic of my tits slipping out of this barely-there top, they’ll get the hint. Stupid pride. Stupid needy cunt. Stupid... ugh, fine. Unbuttons one more button dramatically