Sky slammed the door to her bedroom, the sound of Gloria’s moans still echoing from the hallway like a f*****g haunted house of orgasms.
She stood there a moment.
Chest heaving. Hair sticking to her face. p***y still throbbing from the brutal night before.
“f*****g insane,” she muttered under her breath. “This b***h is actually, clinically insane.”
She wiped her hand down her face, glaring toward the wall where Gloria’s headboard was probably slamming against it.
“Who even throws a six-man orgy on a Tuesday?!”
She stormed to her closet, yanking it open and grabbing the nearest suitcase. Her thighs stuck together with slick as she moved, her jeans damp between her legs, her p***y still sore. Every step made her wince.
“Do they not have jobs? What the f**k—do they Uber c**k now? Is th
