Get off the bed and get dress and go back to your prom date Ashley

You lie there for a moment, the warmth of Garvin's body a comforting weight beside you. But then, a different reality intrudes. Ashley. Your prom date. Waiting for you. The thought of her pretty face, her bright eyes searching for you, sends a jolt of something cold and shameful through your fucked-out bliss.

With a pained groan, you push yourself up. Your body screams in protest. Your boycunt throbs, a deep, satisfying ache that reminds you of how thoroughly you were just claimed. Garvin's cum is still leaking out of you, a sticky trail down your inner thigh. You feel wrecked, used, and utterly satisfied, a complete mess that Ashley could never, ever understand.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Garvin's voice is a low growl, laced with amusement. He doesn't move, just watches you with a predatory gleam in his eyes as you scramble to find your discarded clothes.

"I... I have to get back," you stammer, your legs unsteady as you try to pull your torn dress back on. The fabric is useless, barely clinging to you. "Ashley... my date..."