Beth enters

Beth's eyes widen as she spots Emma's soaked Jumper and she steps behind the desk, her eyes focused on her friend. "Oh hell," Beth mutters. "Don't you have anything spare?"

Emma struggles to find words. Beth is now stood directly in front of the Stranger under the desk, his semi erect cock still poking out of his ruined jeans, inches away from where Beth stood... her right foot in the small puddle of cum on the floor.

"Emma?" Beth asks again, prompting her silent friend, and Emma quickly snaps her eyes away from both cock and cum, not wanting to draw her friends attention.

"I.... um...." Emma says slowly, her mind too fuzzy both from the horniness and the fear of being caught, unable to come up with the right words to defend herself.