Let her stay

"O-- Oh no, that's fine, sorry, of course you can sleep here," I managed to blurt out, panicky that she might change her mind again. "You want some hot chocolate for that throat of yours? You really do sound as if you've been through some rough facefucking."
"Yes, thank you! That's so nice of you!" Strike, I thought to myself. Good thinking, Jonathan. Just play it cool and act like you have wrecked cumsluts crash on your couch every other night. Actually, no, don't do that. Make her feel special. But don't come on too strong! Oh god, this is too much!!

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"So, how many cocks did you have to take? Judging by what you're covered in, it looks like a whole herd." She chuckled and immediately started coughing again, her throat evidently still sore even though she was already cradling her second mug of hot chocolate in her delicate little hands. When she had regained her composure, she started recounting her night piece by piece, pausing for large gulps of soothing chocolate whenever her voice started croaking again. Apparently, Mason, Zoe and Makayla had been planning a going-away party for Jesse, one of Mason's friends, for quite some time, but yesterday, Zoe and Jesse had gotten into a row, so that the two of them were not too keen on seeing each other. Makayla was always on Zoe's side, so she cancelled as well. Unfortunately, neither of them had thought of telling Natalie -- who didn't have any beef with Jesse anyway -- so she ended up as the lone girl amidst a gang of guys. She had stopped counting the penises ramming into her after about an hour, and from the sounds of it, she had actually lost consciousness at some point during the proceedings and had woken up in a puddle of semen and saliva on the floor, with the guys snoring on the couches around her. As there was no comfortable spot for her to sleep, she had decided to try my place.

All this may sound rough, but to hear her tell it, it must have been an ecstatic experience for her. She had spent the evening getting the exclusive attention of everyone around her, having snacks and drinks brought to her so she didn't have to move, and generally just being absolutely coddled -- while also getting slammed by a barrage of dicks for hours. As she told her story, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Despite being exhausted and covered in bodily fluids, she radiated such warmth and energy that I was close to melting away with bliss. Her face was red and puffy from prolonged gagging, her eyes were swollen from tears and her hair was one giant bun of sweat and semen, plastered wildly and chaotically across her forehead and clinging to her cheeks. She had never looked more beautiful.

I showed her to my couch, got out some spare bedsheets for her and brought her another mug of hot chocolate. "You're so sweet, Jon," she croaked. "If you wanna use me before I go to sleep, go ahead, but be gentle, okay? There's not an inch in me that's not sore." The way she said that last sentence, accompanied by a sly little grin, made my whole body tingle with a rush of endorphins. I was literally falling more in love with her with every passing second.