Getting ready

You head to the room you're sharing with Paul and get dressed in a hurry. Before you know it, you're standing in front of a mirror in a pink dress and matching heels, appreciating how you look. "Looking hot, girl," you say to yourself, smiling. You're sure any guy who sees you will want a piece, and that makes it all the better...

Then your face, reflected in the mirror, twists up in confusion. Why did that make things better? You didn't want guys to think about having sex with you, right? You, laying in front of them and spreading your legs, allowing them to push their hard, hot dicks in...

You shake your head, but it's already filling with other images. You kneeling before a man, taking his dick in hand before wrapping your lips around it. You on your hands and knees taking him from behind. You **** your thoughts away from those before even fully connecting that the men in that scenario are all the same. All... Paul.

A knock on the door helps to fully stir you from the confusing, disturbing thoughts. "Ready to go?" Cindy asks.

"Uh... yeah. I am. Let's head out."