Edit: Editing this to aplogize for the typo in the title and in the post because I was being a stupid slut and fingerfucking myself instead of proofreading

Just like how it's hard to be a feminist when you're making out with a man with greying hair that's almost three times your age.

He's the kind of guy that feels entitled enough to tell me to smile more because I was so pretty. And you know what? I did. I smiled, then he smiled, and I felt vile for it, and now my skirt is on his floor while he fondles my tits with his tongue down my throat.He's probably older than my dad, if I knew how old my dad was.

Sex always feels a little humiliating. I'm not in control. I'm on my back, with my legs splayed out, or bent over thrusting my ass at someone while he makes my cunt clench from how hard he speaks me. I'm the one on my knees while he stands, drooling and gagging while I rub my pussy. I'm the one that has to put on makeup and a cute outfit only to leave your place looking like a mess. Part of me hates embarrassing it has to be, but loves it. Loves it like I deserve every fucking second. In the battle between horniness and common sense horniness always wins in my stupid slut brain

He said he'd donate to my university's women in business charity afterwards. We both know he's lying. But maybe, just maybe I can impress him enough with my cock sucking skills that he'll actually do it.

Wanna RP? Read my old posts if you want to know what goes on in my fucked up bitch brain. Maybe I'll go back to shopping for Halloween costumes if nothing bites.