Perhaps it's out of a desire not to spoil the moment, perhaps it's due to feeling too delirious to figure out a way to alert Claire to his predicament, but Matt stoically endures as the thick girl-cock in his mouth deposits enough cum to accurately be described as 'breakfast' into his gullet.
Fortunately, Claire has the presence of mind to pull herself out of Matt's airway the moment her rather protracted orgasm finishes. As Claire's still-turgid member is removed from his mouth, Matt collapses onto his back, gasping for air.
Claire smiles a bit sheepishly at the sight. "Sorry, I haven't gotten so...into it like that for a long time. I cut it a bit close..." Her gaze drifts down to between Matt's legs...at some point during the whole ordeal the small amount of cum that Matt's balls had regained during his rest decided to splatter itself across the floor and his lower body.
"I guess it wasn't too bad for you though, right?" With a sultry laugh, Claire gets out a sponge from nearby and begins cleaning up the new mess while Matt recovers.
After finishing with Matt's mess, Claire takes a half step towards Matt, as if to request his help in cleaning up with tip of her cock...but stops herself, instead using the sponge. "As much as I'd love to continue, we're in overtime at this point..."
After giving Matt some time to collect himself, the attendant helps him into his clothes with experienced hands, giving him a casual feeling up in the process. As she escorts him out of the stall, Matt feels something pressed into his hand, and hears Claire's voice purr into his ear. "I'm not supposed to do this, so keep it quiet."
Upon glancing into his hand, he finds a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. Flushing faintly, he nods and puts it away, exiting the room with slightly unsteady steps; it's been a rather intense night.
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