think about the girl getting pounded

Emma couldn't get the image of that blond girl she passed in the hallway getting pounded by the big black guy. She was very pretty and judging by the shoes and clothes she saw on the floor she was obviously rich. But why was she here? Why was she on all fours getting pounded by some thug?

As Emma thought of the girl her hand slowly drifted down and started rubbing herself. Emma's panties quickly became soaked as she thought about it. Emma was no stranger to sex she had plenty of boyfriends but none of them had ever made her feel the same way that girl was feeling.

"Hey you alright in there?" the bouncer asked.