Walk of shame

The sky is already turning form nightly black to early morning purple when you finally stagger out of the bank’s front door. After just one night as a girl you are already on your first walk of shame. The guards did let you use the toilets to freshen up a bit, but your messed up clothes are still sticking to your body from the drying sperm of half a dozen guys.

But despite the fact that you can feel dollops of cum still running down your leg as you stumble home, you know that you will be at the bank next evening to, trying and failing to rob some cash. And the day after.