Krissy gets cleaned up

Krissy's pants and panties were down around her ankles. Her shirt lay torn on the floor where the man had thrown it, and her braw was still down around her waist.

Her pussy and throat both ached from the fucking the man had just given her, and her face and chest were completely covered in his cum. She pulled herself up and stood in front of the bathroom mirror the man had bent her over in front of moments ago, fully recalling in graphic detail the rough loss of her virginity in this room to a man whose name she didn't even know. A man that had fucked her face and pussy and then left her on the floor.

Krissy reached up to her face and began wiping away what was left of her tears, ruined makeup, and the man's cum.

She wasn't sure what to do next, or if she wanted to trust this man to help her, but what were her options? What if her stepfather came looking for her? What if he had called the cops? What if the other men out there were dangerous? She needed someone's help.

Standing up, Krissy pulled up her panties and pants, fixed her braw, and then retrieved her shirt from the disgusting floor. Moving quickly to the door, she locked it carefully, cursing herself for panicking previously.

Krissy then ran the sink hot and used the water to scrub her face clean and wash her shirt, which she then wrung out as dry as she could get it.