The next day, I dressed like a whore.
I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom—Ma was at the temple, thank the gods—and I painted myself into the version of Srishti that Professor Jay had created last night.
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One hand slamming the keys, the other shoved deep inside my soaked, dripping folds, completely helpless against my own pathetic horniness. If you’re jerking off and painting your screen to my filth, you owe me for the entertainment. Drop a tip to keep this mindless, degenerate hole wet, fed, and chained to her desk typing out the ultimate smut for you to abuse yourself to. 💸💦
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