Yes, after awhile

Unsure of how long he'll be gone, you reach your head over to wipe some of the cum from your face with the edge of the blanket sheet.

It helps get rid of some of the excess, but you can still feel the cum, sticky and drying, on your face. The musky smell of it clouding your nose. You can taste it on your lips as you intentionally lick them, making you gag.

Still, horrifying as it is, you feel your new pussy begin to moisten at the thought of being used in this way.

You know you should get up and wash off, but the rising heat makes you pause. It wouldn't hurt to see what it felt like, no? After all, if this was your life now, you'd need to familiarize yourself with all the differences...

You slide one hand, hesitantly, down the sheets towards your skirt, the other still half heartedly dabbing away the now dry semen from your cheeks.

When your fingertips finally graze your panties, it's like an electric shock shoots up your body and you gasp. You stifle a gasp, sucking in a cummy lip with a wince.

You keep running, feeling out the folds of your slit until you feel the wetness begin to seep through the fabric.

You finally commit to sliding a finger into that wetness when you hear a sound at the door.

Shit! He's back! You freeze, eyes closed, your head resting at the edge of the bed, and a hand between your thighs.

The door opens and you hear him close it quietly behind him. You're motionless. But you'd be surprised if he couldn't hear the sound of your heart pounding.

He sets something down on the table, and moves closer to you. Standing over you, he gives an approving grunt .