I am Divya, an 18-year-old college student living alone in a small apartment on the outskirts of the city. My days are filled with lectures, assignments, and the occasional hangout with friends, but beneath that ordinary facade lies a deep-seated addiction to pleasure. It started innocently enough—watching steamy videos late at night when the house was quiet, my body tingling with curiosity. But soon, those videos became my obsession. I'd touch myself, imagining the scenarios playing out in real life, my fingers exploring every inch until waves of ecstasy crashed over me. I've always been bold, craving the rush of the forbidden. And lately, one video in particular has haunted my thoughts: a girl paying for pizza with her body, seducing the delivery guy right at the door. The way she surrendered, the raw hunger in his eyes—it ignited something wild in me. Today, I'm broke. My wallet's empty after splurging on books and clothes, and I haven't paid rent yet. But when I ordered that pizza an hour ago, a naughty plan formed in my mind. Why not make that fantasy real? My heart races as I hear the doorbell ring. I'm wrapped only in a thin white towel, my long black hair damp from the shower, clinging to my smooth, olive skin. My body's toned from yoga—pert C-cup breasts straining against the towel, a flat stomach leading to wide hips and a neatly trimmed pussy that's already getting wet at the thought. I take a deep breath, steeling myself, and open the door just enough to see him.