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.

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.