...as in the message.
“Come to my place,” Ramona’s text had read. “I’m having sex with Stacy Pilgrim and she’s too hot for me to handle alone.” At that very moment, Envy took her fingers out of her cunt, got dressed for the occasion, packed her bag and left. There was no need to text Ramona back. She knew the answer already. Still, it had been a few weeks since her last session with Ramona, and Envy hadn’t had good rough sex in a long time. She would be uncontrollable tonight. Envy walked to Ramona’s apartment, taking her about 20 minutes. She wasn’t wet or quivering at the knees as she had been on her previous visits. Her excitement was greater than her nervousness.
She was already dressed for fucking. Leather skirt, thigh-high heeled boots, a tube top three sizes too small. What she had in her bag was extra-special. She turned the doorknob to enter Ramona’s house. Unlocked, as she had predicted. She locked the door behind her. She went to the bedroom door and dropped her bag before putting her ear to the door to see what she could hear. It sounded… powerful. Screaming and moaning and all sorts. All of a sudden, Envy wasn’t so dry anymore. Her pink panties moistened. And Envy suspected that it wasn’t just her love juices.