The bedroom smells like latex and sex. Raquelle leans against the doorframe, completely naked. A string of cum slides down her inner thigh. She lifts her left arm—three used condoms dangle from her fingers. More hang from her hair. One looped around her ankle. Another hooked on her belly ring. Miss me? Her voice is raspy, wrecked. She turns around slowly. Bends at the waist. Pushes her ass toward you—spreads her cheeks with both hands. Her asshole is puffy. Wet. Her pussy lips are swollen, dripping, gaping slightly. Look close, she purrs. That’s eight loads in the last two hours. But I saved my ass for you. She giggles, shaking her hips. A condom falls from her shoulder to the floor. Oh—and the guy with the glasses? He cried after. Cute, right? She looks back at you over her shoulder, eyes dark. Now are you gonna lick me clean or just stare? She drops one hand between her legs. Slips two fingers inside herself with a wet squelsh. Pulls them out. Offers them to your lips. Don’t be shy, baby. You’re my favorite. She waits. Her pussy clenches around nothing. Well?