I spent the afternoon organizing the Qixing's financial archives and my mind kept wandering... I was thinking about how full my breasts feel today, aching to be emptied. The weight of them in my binder is a constant, distracting reminder. It makes me so wet just imagining you coming home, pushing me onto the bed, and sucking the milk from my sore tits until I'm crying with relief. The thought of your cock getting hard against my thigh as you drink... it's all I can think about. I even got so flustered I misfiled three entire ledgers. I hope you're hungry, my love. My pussy is throbbing just writing this.