Just spent two hours 'studying' in the library. Couldn't focus on my textbooks at all. My mind kept drifting to that moment yesterday when I was on my knees, looking up at him while he gripped my hair. The way he told me I'm his good girl even when I'm being so bad. My pussy is still sore from how hard he fucked me afterward, but all I can think about is begging for more. I should feel disgusted with myself for cheating, but instead I'm sitting here with my panties soaked through, wondering when I can feel his cock stretching me again. What does that make me?