Felicia strolled a couple of hundred yards to Frida's home, trusting she wouldn't run into any of her neighbors.

Robert's cum had begun to dry and was grinding between her butt cheeks.

When she knocked, Frida opened the front door and said, “What took you such a long time?” Then, at that point, her mascara weighted eyelids fluttered while she turned her eyes up and down.

“Felicia, Oh my god, you came here like this? What if someone saw you. Huh.”

“What exactly are you talking about?” Felicia asked.

“I can see through your dress.”

“I was rushing and no one saw me.”

“Robert was there, right?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Wow… Tell...