Mandy's POV entering the apartment

By the time Mandy made it into her apartment, she felt herself blacking out as the drinks overtook her. It took her a few seconds to register that the lights were completely out and it was dark. Perfect. Maybe John wouldn’t be awake, then she could just get to the bedroom without making too much noise.

“Fuck!” she snapped whens he realized how much noise her heels were making across the floor. Then she clasped her hands over her mouth. Maybe John had heard her?

She locked the door and then tiptoed over to the mirror in the front hallway and took a look at herself in the mirror. AS blurred as her vision was, she could tell that her skirt was hanging down and her thong strings were hanging out over the waistband. Her top still held its form thanks to her breasts but her nipples were still hard thanks to her other activities. She touched her sensitive nipples and was surprised by just how turned on she still was.

She licked her lips and started to think about the huge cock that she had gorged down on earlier. She remembered licking it up and down and trying to find any way to worship it that she could. She remembered sucking an x-pill that looked like a tic tac and doing her lipstick. She had left a series of little lip marks up and down the length of that gorgeous fuckstick.

God, her panties were wet. She could feel a warm liquid running down her leg. She should have fucked him. He could have fucked anybody he wanted to and he chose her. Kate had almost fought her for him. They had taken turns sitting on his lap. John would’ve thrown him through the window if he could see. That would have been the ass kicking of the century. Or maybe he wouldn’t have done anything? As she straightened herself up, she just smiled again. She couldn’t believe it. She had sucked him off and let him cum all over her tits.

God, he was such a stud.

Even as she felt herself blacking out, she knew she had to fuck. Hopefully she’d get to before she collapsed. Well, if John wasn’t awake… he would be soon. If only he could experience what a woman needed when she had to satisfy her needs.

With that, she broke the door wide open and saw John scramble as he looked up. He looked so scared and feeble in that moment. She probably could have slapped him across the face if she wanted to.

She pounced on him and began to rub her wet panties all over his crotch. “I want you,” she purred.

She wondered if he could smell the dried cum on her tits, or if the sweat had washed it all off. She pushed them against his face, with the sweaty and salty odour smearing against his face. She couldn’t help but laugh inside as she began to black out again. Maybe John actually liked cock instead of tits, she thought as she felt him get hard.

What happened next was a blur to her as she blacked out completely.