Yes

[Monday] [8:39 PM]

As Alice stepped out of the shower, she realized she had nothing to wear. She glanced around the locker room, her eyes settling on the pile of clothes now soggy and reeking of the infected's musk she had taken off earlier. With a sigh, she walked over to them, picking up her pants and rummaging through the pockets.

Alice feels disheartened as she examines her phone, the cracked screen rendering it useless. She tries to turn it on, but it remains unresponsive. With a sigh, she sets it aside and turns her attention to her discarded clothing.

As she picks up her pants, Alice notices the musky scent of the infected's cum still lingering on the fabric. Despite herself, she brings the material to her nose and inhales deeply, her pulse quickening as she detects the potent stench.

Unable to resist the temptation, Alice begins to stroke her clit as she breathes in the scent of the infected's semen. She imagines the creature's rough hands on her body, its teeth grazing her skin as it forces itself upon her. The mental image sends a shiver down her spine, and Alice feels her arousal mounting.

**** for more, Alice sticks her tongue out and tentatively licks the dried cum on her pants. The salty, bitter taste sends a jolt of electricity through her body, and she begins to rub the fabric against her pussy.

Moaning softly, Alice increases the tempo of her strokes, the rough texture of the fabric abrading her sensitive skin. She can feel herself nearing the brink, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she teeters on the precipice of ecstasy.

With a final, fierce thrust, Alice comes, her juices soaking the fabric of her pants. Panting and trembling, she sinks to the floor of the locker room, spent and sated.