Leona walked fast down 4th Street. The street was dark and empty. Only the buzzing of the streetlights filled the silence. Her coat was buttoned tight, but underneath, she was naked.
Her skirt was the shortest one she owned. It barely covered her ass. And as her friend had ordered, she was not wearing panties.
The air hit her bare skin every time the wind blew. She felt exposed. She felt dirty.
Her p***y was naked under the fabric. It felt swollen and hot. As she walked, her thighs rubbed together. She was dripping wet. A thick, clear cream leaked out of her hole and ran down her leg. It was a sticky mess.
She felt like everyone on the street could see her. She felt like they could smell the stink of her arousal. The musk of a horny girl.
She checked the address on her phone. Old Stor
