Photocopier Room Revenge: My First Forbidden Fuck with Romeo
Friday morning. 10:35. The photocopier room smelled like hot ink and stale coffee. My heart hammered as I smoothed my tiny skirt, the one that barely covered my ass. I’d dressed for war—revenge on Romeo, that bastard who ditched me for Juliette. This was my first move, my first real strike back. Legs shaky, pussy…