I’ve been called every filthy name in the book. Whore. Slut. School bicycle. But the one that always made my pussy throb the hardest was cumslut. Because that’s exactly what I am. I don’t hide it. I don’t apologize. If my cunt is wet and a cock is hard, I’m spreading my legs—or bending over—anytime, anywhere. The whispers in the hallways, the dirty looks from the good girls, the jealous stares from the other boys… they only make me wetter. Let them talk. I fuck because I love it. Raw, rough, and without a single fuck given about who sees.

Right now, that philosophy had me bent over the sink...