CHERYL POV
My heart began to race as I imagined all sorts of potential intruders, ready to pounce on me in the dark.
It can't be Gwen, cause she had texted me earlier to tell me that she was coming in late.
I took a deep breath and reminded myself that it was probably just a rat messing around or something. Summoning up my courage, I walked to the living room and to my eternal horror saw the silhouettes of two persons entwined with each other on my couch.
Finally, I found the light switch and flicked it on, illuminating the living room. And there, sitting on the couch was an image that I desperately wanted to unsee.
A naked Gwen bounced enthusiastically on Mr. Creep's c**k like her whole life depended on it.
Oh, God, please not my favorite couch.
"Oh my god," she moa
