She's already gone.

You're a sticky mess when you wake up. You think you passed out right after flooding her cunt with another load of cum, adding to Laura's and Amber's coated juice. You can't get the image of the two girls squirting into each other out of your head and even if you didn't wake up with wood constantly, you'd have been rock hard.

You move and you're practically glued to the bed for the moment; the amount of fuck juice that you were coated in was bordering on the unreal. You expected Laura to still be home, but it she was gone. You look at your phone and see you had about an hour nap. The trail of clothes leading to your bed was still there. Skirt. Shirt. Lacey bra. Stockings. No panties. Your shirt was there too. Your pants. Belt. Boxers. Socks. You decided to pick up your things and leave hers, she came so hard as she got to the end of the story with anyone walking in, anyone at all.

Hell, as you walked through the house you found yourself opening blinds and curtains, letting in the natural light, but also letting in anyone who wanted to look.

Part of you wanted to find her here and fuck her brains out. Part of you just wanted a shower.

Part of you was hoping she was out fucking. Maybe Amber again. Maybe someone else? Maybe lots of someone else.

You get to the shower and check your phone. No texts, no missed calls. Snap notification from one of your asshole friends. You decide to text Amber though...feeling Laura cum her fucking brains out while talking about the redhead's squirting pussy was insane and you can't get the picture of them together out of your head. You step into the bathroom and start the water, finishing your text before getting into the shower with your phone, throwing some music on while you wash the cum off your body.