Sooner than you think

As she continued her frantic masturbation, she could feel the pleasure building more than before, she was sure she should have cum by now, and her moans were getting increasingly ****.

Finally, with one intense burst of pleasure, she had the hardest orgasm yet. Her muscles clenched tight and quickly released, again, and again, and again. She frantically rocked her hips forwards and backwards, as her pussy squirted more than she would have thought possible.

As it subsided, her whole body felt like it was tingling and her muscles relaxed. Suprisingly though, she didn't feel tired, or dehydrated, not even hungry.

What she did feel, was the liquid around her. Apparently she left the plug in the tub, she was now surrounded by at least a few gallons of her own cum

''Ewwww Gross!'' She squeaked. Quickly reaching to pull the plug.

As soon as the tub was empty, she quickly stood up. Turning on the shower and letting the water run across her body. She washed herself, more thoroughly than usual, and stepped out of the shower.

Right into a puddle of her own cum. ''EWW, ew, ew, ew!''

Grabbing a facecloth she quickly wet it in the sink, and sat down on the toilet lid, wiping off her feet.

''This is gonna be so gross to clean up'' She grimaced as she looked at the floor. A trail of splotches leading to her dicarded pants, and further, back to the sofa.

''Oh, great, new couch fucking ruined'' She was looking at the puddle she had left on the cushion.

She grabbed the mop and had quickly cleaned the floor. She also stripped the cover off the couch cushion and grabbed her sweatpants, throwing them both into a full tub of water.

Chuckling as she leaned over the edge of the tub, she was imagining trying to explain bringing them to the dry cleaners, smelling strongly of her own juices.

''Oh, you know, just your average run in with a magic pizza that made me fuck myself senseless''

After reminding herself of the pizza, she made her way back out to the sitting room, across from the couch, which was now missing one cushion, was her coffee table with the pizza, still looking like it had just come out of the oven, steam still rising from the dough.

Looking at the time, she realised it was only a few hours until Sunrise on Sunday

''Fucking magic pizza'' She picked up a slice, feeling how it was still warm to the touch.

She wondered for a moment if it would still taste as fresh as it looked. A moment after this thought crossed her mind, she dropped the slice straight back into the box. Quickly closing the box and putting it on her kitchen table

''Nuh-uh, I do not have the time, or the cleaning utensils, to do THAT again''