I keep telling myself this isn’t what I want and that talking about this just keeps me in a state of fight or flight but dammit I need to cum, my pussy is swollen because I keep using myself over and over , and it’s never enough. It’ll never be enough if I can’t be there again, grinding as hard as I can to cum on his hand. So earn my dollar he promised me if I helped him in his room. My wants out the windows, I ddidnt want to help, but my parents told me I had to. Alone in his room, door closed , I miss those moments. Anticipation, fear, a lack of autonomy 😩

If anyone is in Bay Area, ca (I’m BBW) and wants to hear in person, I’d love to connect.