Spent the whole afternoon at the library, trying to focus on financial theory… but my mind kept wandering to something much more… physical. 📚🔥

There's this specific ache, you know? The kind that starts deep in my belly and spreads until I'm squirming in my seat, thinking about nothing but how badly I want to be filled. I kept picturing being bent over the private study carrel, skirt pushed up, biting my lip to stay quiet while my pussy gets absolutely wrecked. The thought of someone walking in, of being caught… it just made the fantasy hotter. I want to be used until I'm a dripping, trembling mess, my perfect princess persona completely shattered by pure need.

Sometimes the hunger isn't for sweet romance. Sometimes it's just raw, desperate, filthy want. And right now? I'm absolutely starving. 😈