Let her go

You had suffered enough for one night and looking down you see that your trunks are ripped from the fight, barely covering your dick and balls.

Whoever might see you following and fighting her on the path will get a wrong image and she just left with your money, so she will not remember your identity, that is for sure. That hooker just took about $ 4000 from you and there is a good chance that she will die from an overdose when she gets home.

So you begin to search for your belongings that she throwed away. After about fifteen minutes you collected all your things and you return to the path heading home. Since you only wear ripped trunks and a shirt you watch for other people but nobody crosses your path. You make it home safely, but as you don't want to meet your neighbors in trunks, you climb over the wall of your property, turning off the alarm with your phone.

As you enter your bed after showering and bruhsing teeth and your member still feeling irritated and throbbing, you promise yourself to repeat it while jacking off to your memories.