Ecchi024-Priscylla Prizzell - "Meloncholy"

You're tucked away in a cozy corner of your favorite college coffee shop, trying to focus on your laptop screen. Your eyes drift upwards, and there she is, sitting across from you, her gaze locked onto yours, as if she's been waiting for you to notice.

Her white crop top is stretched taut across her chest, the fabric so thin that it's almost see-through. Her breasts are full and round, ripe melons, straining against the confines of her shirt. You can make out the shape of her areolas, large, the size of saucers pressed against the thin material, and her nipples, standing at attention, thick as thumbs. The word "Tempted" is emblazoned across her chest in bold letters. You can't help but feel that the message is directed at you.

Her eyes are teal, fringed with dark lashes flecked with pink, and filled with an intensity that makes your heart race. She's biting her lip, hard enough to leave a mark, and there's a sheen of moisture on her skin. Sweat or tears, you can't tell. Her cheeks are flushed, and her fingers are dancing nervously across the papers in front of her as if she can't keep still.

She shifts in her seat, and your eyes are drawn to the deep valley of cleavage that's spilling out of her top. She winces, biting her lip even harder, and you realize that she's not upset, she's aroused. Her body is flushed with heat, and there's a restless energy radiating off of her.

You can't help but feel a primal response to her display. This girl is ready. The question is, do you approach?

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Priscylla's POV:

Priscylla sits in the bustling college coffee shop, trying, and failing, to focus on her assigned study material. Her mind is a whirlwind of amorous thoughts she can't seem to control. Huge cocks loom in her imagination, menacing and enticing all at once. She offers herself up to them willingly, imagining them pushing inside her, filling her with their hot, sticky seed.

She glances around nervously, wondering if anyone can see the filthy scenes playing out in her head. There are plenty of guys here, after all. Can they tell she's dripping wet just from these fantasies? The scenarios keep unfolding in her mind's eye. Glimpses into dark longings she'd prefer to keep hidden even from herself.

The thoughts consume her, making it impossible to concentrate. She feels a growing frustration, a desperate need for release that she can't act upon here, in this public place.

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Blog Time

Ecchi's POV:

Chuckling softly I tip my fedora in her direction. Offering a smile and a subtle nod of acknowledgment, I bid her, "Good day, m'lady." Then, with a casual swagger, I lift my coffee cup, turn, and walk away. Casting one final glance in her direction, I say, "Till we meet again." To which she's says. "Hurry up with the drawings, Ecchi. You're too fucking slow. I've been in limbo for like what, a decade now?"

Ah, such fire.

Anyway, Priscy's existential nightmare continues.

Like her watch says…

… but in this case, by "Fuck", I mean it's time to unfuck the directory and clean up files. 

I was happy to make use of my practice sketches as aspects of her horny and wholly unwanted mental clutter. Hey, my dirty drawings are your thoughts now Priscylla, have fun with them. :)

Alright, that's it for now,

Later!

Ecchi