Lynn deals with her creampie.

All of a sudden the magic was gone. The strange dick that had fucked her so hard pulled out of her and she was left on her knees with her face pushed against the dirty floor of a hotel stairwell. She tried to catch her breath, trying to understand what the fuck had just happened, when she realized why exactly she felt so warm between her legs.

"Lynn!" Joy snapped.

"Shut up!" Lynn snapped back, red in the face. What the fuck? Why was there cum inside her? Had some alien just tried to knock her up?

"What the fuck is going on with you today?" Joy said.

Lynn tried to get to her feet, but they almost gave way under her. She hated how the cum felt dripping out of her. This wasn't supposed to happen. She tried to glance down at the crotch of her costume to see if it showed through without Joy noticing, but she couldn't get a good look. "You can go back to the con floor," she muttered.

"What?" Joy said again.

"I said go back!" Lynn yelled. "I can get back to the room myself!"

"Fine!" Joy said, storming off down the stairs. She didn't know what was wrong with Lynn but she wasn't going to find out.

Bill zipped up his pants as quickly as he could, pretending he was on the phone at the bottom of the stairs and watching Joy walk away. That had been close. It had been worth the risk, too, and now he knew exactly how to avoid being caught.