My jealousy mounts until it’s thick in the air around me as I watch Skye put on the tiny black skirt with a lacy bodysuit that shows off every inch of her ample cleavage and thick thighs. If I could suffocate from the toxicity billowing around me, I would. I feel as if I’m about to detonate when her phone dings and she races down the stairs. As her skirt bounces, I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy. She’s not wearing any fucking underwear.
