Studio session today had me sketching this angsty, moody self-portrait. I've been all over the place lately—one second I'm this bubbly, happy girl, and the next I'm just overwhelmed with this deep, aching need that I can't shake. My mind keeps drifting to the most intense, filthy thoughts about you. I pictured you fucking me right there on the art stool, my back pressed against the easel, your cock buried so deep in my pussy that I'd scream. The risk of someone walking in... it makes my cunt throb just thinking about it. I want you to own me completely, to leave your cum dripping down my thighs while I try to act normal. Fuck, even my art is becoming about you. 😳💦