We went out to breakfast this morning and I ate an egg scramble doused in hot sauce- I severely underestimated its potency, as usual. It burned straight through me, leaving me a quivering mess. You can hear me moan, groan, grunt, and regret my decisions in general as I adjust myself over and over, unable to find comfort. Even my clothes are too stifling, so I kick away my panties and peel off my shirt, but there will be no relief until this is out of my system. Professor Phardtpounder wasn't fucking around.