The tail end of a cleaning

As Matt's consciousness starts to return, he feels oddly refreshed. Right away he can tell he's still naked, and his skin seems wet, but clean. His anus still aches from its previous poundings, but the sticky feel of cum is absent.

While he lies on his back, still orienting himself, he feels a wet cloth wipe his face, carefully cleaning it as well.

Easing open his eyes, he sees Claire looking down at him. "Awake already? Thought you'd need a bit longer to sleep it off." Groggily sitting up, Matt finds Claire grinning at him.

She stands up slowly, her voice casual. "It's almost morning, so the stalls are closing down now."

She takes a few steps towards the still somewhat dazed Matt, her short skirt doing nothing to conceal the black behemoth dangling between her legs. Matt's transfixed as it swings slowly back and forth in front of his eyes, feeling his dick go from flaccid to erect in moments... He tries to think of something to follow up on the conversation, but ends up just swallowing instead.

"Of course, if you like how your attendant did, you're free to leave a tip." Her dangling cock is nearly touching his face now as she stands over him, and despite all the 'action' he got earlier, Matt's more than tempted...