When my dear friend Anna Cherry7 reads a book, I simply cannot understand why she would waste her time so carelessly and unproductively. I cannot help but think that she is missing out on the opportunity to engage in intimate activities such as sex or even just giving a blowjob. It is only when I openly hint at it that she caught up with these desires. She eagerly sucks and jumps on top, fulfilling these desires alongside our other favorite pastimes.
However, despite indulging in these activities and even filling her face with my sperm, I am plagued by the vague suspicion that once I leave, she will return to her book. It is a constant struggle to reconcile my desires with her preference for intellectual pursuits. In the end, I am left wondering if our physical connection is simply a temporary distraction for her, while her true passion lies in the pages of a book.