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She struggled to her feet, and immediately looked around for something, anything, to help her clean up. She couldn’t see, but she knew how covered she was, and she knew even to get home she had to clean up.

Instead she wiped her hand down her cheek, feeling the still warm and sticky substance rub into her skin and onto her hand. She took her hand away, looking at what was on it. She briefly considered her choices, then with a shrug of her shoulders, licked her hand clean.

The taste of him reminded her of his presence, his control of her. And she wanted more, running her fingers down her face to collect more, then bringing it to her lips. The taste excited her and without thinking about it, she let her other hand slide down between her thighs, finger tips caressing her wetness.

She gathered more of his juices on her fingers, licking and sucking them clean, **** for more, and as she did she drove a finger inside herself. It was all she needed for her release, and as she sucked more of his cum clean from her fingers her knees buckled and her pussy exploded. She cried out, forgetting where she was, not considering that anyone may hear.

Finally she felt she had cleaned up enough, and her need to cum had been fulfilled for now. She wiggled her skirt back down, and looked at the exit from her present location, hoping she could make it home safely without anyone noticing either her lack of underwear or possibly some cum she had missed.