I couldn’t concentrate on what I was reading—no matter how hard I tried to make sense of the words in my notes, nothing registered. And I knew why. I was horny, my body aching desperately for release. My pussy throbbed as if begging for pleasure, for hands, dicks, mouths, for fullness, for that sweet rush of release. I wanted to cum, to feel that wild adrenaline, the dizzying rush of coming undone as I panted, struggling to recover from the overwhelming intensity. That was what my body craved. That was why the words in my notes blurred and tangled, why I couldn’t understand a single thing. And it frustrated me. “Ah, fuck this!” I screamed, slamming my notebook shut in frustration and tossing it to the ground, watching the pages scatter. It was already 7 p.m., five hours since my mom left for her vacation, leaving me alone with her new husband for the next two weeks, just like she always did. She’d get married, take trips, and while her husbands stayed busy making more money for
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