Alone in his room

Leigh's eyes slowly open and she realizes she's fallen asleep. Still fuzzy, she reaches out and realizes the guy is gone, and she's alone on the bed. There's a scrap of paper where he was lying that says "Had to go to work. That was really fun."

No name, no phone number. Leigh flushes as it hits her that she never learned the name of the man who came inside her ass. She starts to sit up to look for her phone to check the time, then realizes--he came inside her ass. If she sits up, it will start to leak out. She looks around for a towel or tissues that can stem the tide, and her eyes settle instead on her plug. She laughs. The idea of plugging myself back up to keep the cum inside is...actually really hot, she thinks.

Once she's plugged, she finally gets up, and realizes that her phone isn't in the room because her pants aren't. Memories flood back of desperately tearing each other's clothes off as soon as they got in the door. Leigh sighs. That's not too far, it's not a big house.

But as she gets to the bedroom door, she freezes. On the other side of the closed door, she can hear voices. At least two, male--her hook-up's housemates. Oh no, she thinks.