I’ve been called every filthy name in the book. w***e. Slut. School bicycle. But the one that always made my p***y 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 c**k 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 f**k because I love it. Raw, rough, and without a single f**k given about who sees.
Right now, that philosophy had me bent over the sink in the boys’ restroom, skirt hiked up around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. Gabriel, the star football captain, had his thick c**k buried balls-deep inside me, slamming into my dripping p**
