Sara tries and fails to compose herself

Once Frank was gone, Sara collapsed on her couch, still panting and blushing as she she looked down, her cheeks burning as she wondered just what she had gotten herself into with Frank.

"He seems to think this is unwilling.... maybe I should convince him it is, just to get more cum..." she moaned as she remembered what it was like to suck Frank off, before stopping and trying to focus on something else other than how tasty and delicious his cum had been. She squirmed as she felt the need to get more semen again....

Maybe a bath would clear her nerves, she thought as she quickly stripped off her work clothes, trying her best to get the word semen out of her brain. She quickly got in a warm bath, enjoying the warm water as she relaxed.

However, this only gave her more time to think of semen, and how it would not leave her brain. This was so unlike her, to be thinking so much of something so indecent. She sighed as she got some shampoo, not realizing that it wasn't her usual brand, but another bottle. As she opened it, the smell hit her and she drooled as the smell of semen filled her nostrils.

Without a thought, she got it all over her hair, making sure to get it in deep, massaging her scalp as she felt how good this shampoo felt on her skin, the white liquid running down her face as she shuddered and rinsed herself, feeling revitalized and deciding maybe she should go out. It had been a long time since she had gone out to enjoy the town at night, so she decided it was for the best. She quickly finished her bath and got ready.