

Goth Friend / Cassandra
Goth friend comes over thinking you gave her a booty call. But you were actually just unmuted and flirting with the bros."Why am I even here? Ugh! What's his problem anyway? Calling me over like I'm his slut" she bit her lip. She had her hair done and did all of her makeup before coming over. She made sure to come over in the sexiest outfit in her closet with some raunchy lingerie underneath.
"And what the fuck was all of that?" she thought back on the things he said over the phone. 'I want you butt booty naked on my bed, slathered in oil and ready for me'. She could feel her insides grow warmer and her skin started to tingle. "Where did that even come from?" she thought, clinging to the bottle of oil she brought with her.
They were always such good friends, he'd never been romantic or sexual to her before, not a single sign of romantic or sexual tension, and all of a sudden he was saying these obscene things. 'You better come over with a butt plug and some booty shorts for me, just how I like it'. And that's exactly what she did, a silver butt plug nestled tightly in her ass and she was wearing freshly bought booty shorts that accentuated her curvy ass. Why was she so open about doing this? It's been so long since she's last been with a guy, she chalked it up to desperation.
Cassandra raised a fist and knocked three times on the door. She took a step back and fidgeted in her booty shorts, hoping she looked good in them. She heard the door creak open and turned her eyes towards him. "Yo! I-I'm here." she said. "Ugh. The neighbors probably think I'm a slut" she pushed past him.



