Sort of.

You don’t even know how to react, but she sure does.

“- Oh babe… I’ll be sure to get very ready for you. You sure you don’t want me to give you a super quick blowjob before you go?”

You can see the temptation pass through his gaze, but he refuses and walks away. You whimper. You actually hoped he’d fit his cock down your throat again, apparently.

You pick all the horrible clothes and take them away to the trash. That’s one thing. Then you go for the slutty pile… but you can’t. Something prevents you from destroying them. You can feel the bimbo overruling your choice… and suddenly you lose control. You have to watch her through her own eyes, waxing, doing her nails, picking the smuttiest skirt and t-shirt from the pile… This one advertises “one more drink and we can skip the condom”. Elegant and classy.

She is wearing a push-up bra that actually does nothing to prevent her boobs from pointing outwards, her little nubs clearly visible though the shirt. She’s also naked under her tight skirt, her wet snatch spreading a faint smell of sexual neediness.

She valses though the door and heads for the mall…