The twenty-first day of Christmas

New day. Another fucking gift from Mr Finch. I haven't had a damn present from Brett for days. I wonder where Brian puts them all..

My pussy is fucking sore. Like, really damn sore! I looked at it a minute ago and it looks fucking disgusting. I'll have to ask Mr Finch about it next time I suc~ I see him...

I'm gonna do yoga now. I'll be back later for presents.

A lust charm. He's not even trynna hide what it is. It says so, right on the thing. It's like a stamp. The moment I stamp my skin it'll permanently increase my lib- le. How horny I am. I don't even have a choice. Guess I'll me, like, a fucking nympho or something from now on.. At least Mr Finch's dildo is available..

I just stamped myself AND HOLY SHIT. I'm so fucking horny. I can't even right now. I NEED to get off, but the dildo is back in my bedroom! Gah. I'll just do it here, with my fingers..

I've been at it for an hour and I just CANT FUCKING COME. I don't know if it's the lust charm or the useless fucking cunt I'm stuck with that's doing it. I don't really care either, I just want to come already. I'll try with the dildo. Maybe it still works..

Ok. the dildo worked, thank FUCK. I think I would've literally DIED if I hadn't cum.

I need to have a long and hard talk with Mr Finch about this later.. Speaking of later. I'm supposed to drop by his apartment tomorrow. In the meantime I guess I'll pick up my gift, still dressed like a fucking whore, and fuck myself some more. Cumming did little to help with my damn arousal. I could still take on a whole fucking football team, if they payed of course. I mean. Fuck. You know what I meant..