What?

Did she just mumble Joey's name...?

You reach your bed, a queen sized mattress with end tables on either end. A lamp on the ceiling fan illuminates the room with a dim, hazy, off-white glow. Upon releasing her from your arms and onto the bed, you notice a bit of a white misty goo on your arm that was holding her legs. Without thinking much of it, you grab a nearby pair of your boxers and quickly wipe it off.

Then you notice her legs. There was more of it on her outer thigh, and even more on her inner thigh, particular close to her crotch.

You spread her legs, and are greeted to the sight of the horny, gushing, sloppy pussy of Holly Jones. The smell of her vagina was arousingly intoxicating, stiffening your cock in your jeans.

You wanted to fuck her.