Alone. And sticky...

That orgasm must have burned every last ounce of energy out of you, because not only did you pass out with a still-hard cock pumping in and out of you, but you clearly slept through... something...

You blink open, the world a blur, your eyelids refusing to part. You can tell you're alone in the sauna now, though. You reach up to rub the sleep from your eyes to find two thick, gooey pools of gunk. You try wiping it free, but it clings to every bit of skin that touches it. You pull yourself upright, blinking through the stick, white strands that refuse to scrap clear and looks down.

It's cum.

You are literally coated from head to toe in thick, white, sticky cum.

You reach up to confirm and, yes, someone went to the trouble of pull your hair out from under your head just to spray his spunk all over it. You try wiping your face, but the thick coating refuses to wipe off, and you can tell you're just smearing the lumpy goo around.

There's traces on your arms, too. And you can feel it creeping between your toes. And it's running all down your legs. And judging by the pool gathering under you, more than one guy had decided your insides needed a coating too.

Someone had filled up your belly button, which is now pouring its contents very slowly down toward the little puddle between your thighs and the white-streaked smooth little lips that can't seem to stop pouring out cum.

And, of course, it's on your tits. It might be on your tits thicker than anywhere else. It's almost like you're wearing a lumpy, shiny, gooey white bikini that's now melting piecemeal down the front of you. One long, stringy drip is even free-falling straight down from on of your erect large, dark nipples.

You look up. Of course there aren't any towels. Why would there be towels?