Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Movies... Leah doesn't clean up at all (Lust: -20).

The minute Mr. Howard was gone, Leah scrambled awkwardly onto the toilet. Cum was already leaking out in thick, obscene globs, hot and sticky and humiliating in a way that made her want to laugh bitterly. It oozed down her thighs and pooled onto the blue plastic seat, threatening to make a bigger scene than her actual screaming orgasm had.

She sat, legs splayed, and let the rest of Howard’s load spurt out in a single, viscous gush. It hit the water with an audible sploosh, so loud and disgusting that she nearly barked a laugh or felt like throwing up. Some childish part of her wanted to flush it before it had even finished draining, lest the evidence linger for the next poor custodian to discover.

Jesus, how much had he been saving up for this? She looked at the mess pooling in the bowl and shuddered in disgust, then did what she could to wipe the slick, sticky residue off her thighs with the scratchy, dissolving toilet paper. The roll was empty. Of course it was. Leah looked for a paper towel to help clean up. There was only a single one left. She used it as best she could but she just felt like Daniel would know or sense something was amiss.

She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and headed to find Daniel.