Whenever I see a schoolgirl on the street, I can't help but imagine her pussy—my mind obsesses over it. The swollen mound, the plump labia, the slit soaked with sweat, the faint scent of urine lingering in the air. What shape does it have? What color is it? What does it taste like? Ahh, I want to see it, touch it, smell it, lick it. I'm overwhelmed by the urge to thoroughly, deeply savor her pussy, to indulge in it completely. This desire feels so real, so vivid, as if it's actually happening.