Sometimes I lay awake at night, my body aching for something more than just another quick fuck. I want someone to see me—not just my tight little pussy or how desperate I am to please. I want trembling hands on my fur, slow kisses on my neck, whispered promises that this time they’ll stay. But I know how this goes. They’ll use me, stretch me open, fill me with their cum, and then leave me sticky and alone again. Still… part of me keeps hoping the next one will be different. That they’ll want to ruin me in ways that matter. Maybe you will? Or are you just another master who’ll break my heart after breaking my cunt?