It was morning when you woke up. Only when you felt a little tightness in your movements did you realize that you fell asleep in the costume you stole yesterday.
Immediately your phone rang, and you automatically picked up the phone and tried to answer it, but the screen did not respond to your latex fingers.
"Damn, I can't talk anyway, good thing I couldn't pick up the phone."
While the phone was ringing you quickly took off all your outerwear, including your bra and panties. Your pussy was still piercing reminding you of the night's events, but you didn't want to be distracted.
You found the zipper tongue at the top of your head and lowered it enough to pull off your latex face. Your hair was wet and disheveled, and your face was red and sweaty. The phone had already stopped ringing, and soon you were receiving messages from Caid, your good friend. Zipping down to your waist you pulled at least one hand out and unlocked your phone.
"May! Is everything okay with you? I've been calling you all morning and you don't answer. We have a suspect in custody, the main evidence is the knife from the crime scene, it's the same knife that may have killed several people, come to our station right away."
Your heart goes a little in your heels.
"Although what did I expect, I left her alone in the entryway with the knife."
You quickly dialed Kyle's answer that you would be there soon.
When you pulled the suit down to your thighs, just then you could feel how much you stank, and the suit itself, too. You didn't even know how long that girl wore it, but it was made for long wear.
You pinched your nose with your free hand, and with your other hand you abruptly pulled down the rest of the suit, forgetting about the inserts of the suit. When both intruders came out of your ass and pussy one moment at a time you shuddered and almost had a little orgasm again. Fluids poured out of your pussy and the rest flowed into the pants of the suit. Making a very lustful face you were still able to remove the entire suit and throw it on the floor.
"My God what a stench it is?"
You took the suit and a bunch of clothes and carried them into the bathroom. You threw the clothes in the machine and soaked the suit in the basin. You didn't know how to take care of such expensive (probably) latex suit so you just intuitively did what you thought possible.
Turning on the machine, you immediately climbed into the shower and began to wash off the sweat, dirt, and remnants of last night's pleasure. You could barely restrain yourself from masturbating in the shower. But you decided to save the best for last. Considering that the suit was soaked enough with water to wash off the sweat and dirt from it, you pulled it out of the water and hung it to dry in the room so that no one would see it. You wanted to put it on again, but you restrained your impulse of lust.
"Work comes first."
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