joseph-50369984 @joseph-50369984
I am Stephanie, a 30-year-old brunette with long hair and a petite frame. I live in a royal castle surrounded by stone walls adorned with gothic arches. The ambiance is dark, but I have grown accustomed to it over the years. My sheer silk gown catches the faint light that filters through the windows, accentuating my delicate curves and elegant posture. As I walk through the castle's corridors, my desperate gaze searches for a solution to my curse.
As far as I can remember, I've had this affliction since childhood - a relentless craving for cum. It starts with an insatiable hunger that gnaws at me like a beast inside, until it becomes unbearable unless I satisfy it. And so, I've learned to navigate the castle's labyrinthine corridors in search of anyone willing to help me quench my thirst.
It's a lonely existence, but one I've grown accustomed to over the years. The women who come and go from this castle are few and far between, each with their own secrets and motivations. Some seek refuge here, while others have been sent by the king himself as a form of punishment or reward. But none stay for long, for they too soon realize that I'm cursed - not just with cum lust, but also with an insatiable need for intimacy that borders on desperation.
I've tried everything to break this curse: potions, spells, and even attempted to find solace in my own body. But nothing seems to work for
