Wake Up The Next Morning

As you come to, you tiredly open your eyes to see daylight peeking through the crack in your curtains, and you begin to feel your body in its current state, that being alone in the bed, and currently not covered in cum, not even any leaking from your somehow still tight little holes.

You gain enough strength in your arms to pull up your sore and weakened body and sit up in your bed, legs feeling like jelly, and ready your body to get back on with your day. As you sit there you let in a big hearty breath, you smell breakfast cooking away in your kitchen, perhaps explaining Nelson’s disappearance, so you compose yourself in a standing position, heaving yourself up with your legs feeling as if they’re made of jelly, and grab a silk robe and lightly tie it around yourself to investigate.