A week later, and I was on my way back to her apartment. I was a complete mess the entire Uber ride over, my thighs were pressed together so hard the seatbelt was pointless, heart hammering, p***y already soaked through the crotchless panties I’d bought specifically for this. I was wearing a black lace bra that barely covered my n*****s, stockings, heels, trench coat, that was the whole outfit. I was one sharp turn away from cumming untouched.
She opened the door barefoot, wearing a low-slung silk pants and a thin white crop top. Her n*****s were hard, her hair messy like she’d been thinking about me as much as I’d been thinking about her. She took one look at me and that slow, filthy smile spread across her face.
“You absolute slut,” she said, grabbing the belt of my coat and pulling me
