Longer than she probably should.

Several orgasms later, I lay against my bed. I was now thoroughly soaked in sweat through and through with a dumb grin on my face. My nipples were painfully large from stimulation, and my pussy ached from my constant masturbation, enough that the pain nearly overwhelmed my ridiculous libido.

It was enough that I was able to pull the sticker off, and put it back. The resulting aches and exhausting hit me like a train and I collapsed, curling around my delicates protectively. My arousal evaporated with frightening speed.

Okay, lesson learned.

Seventeen back to back masturbation sessions over an hour was definitely not good, even with magic aphrodisiacs. I rolled on my back and was content to lay there for the rest of the night. But my stomach growled angrily at me when I smelled food. It didn't smell great, but food as food and I had burned quite a bit of energy.

With my sense of modesty relatively restored, I felt a bit embarrassed going downstairs with my crotch looking like someone had taken a baseball bat to it. So I grabbed an extra blanket, wrapped it around my waist, and headed downstairs.

Dad had prepared a simple meal of spaghetti. Again, basic, but I wasn't complaining. He glanced at me awkwardly as I came downstairs, and I blushed. There was an awkward silence between us. I grabbed my plate, and my food, and sat silently at the dinner table, trying not to look at my dad the entire time. It was weird enough sitting at the table with my tits hanging out, I probably stunk of sex too.

Kill me.

He did the same as me and sat awkwardly across from me. We ate for several minutes in silence, the only noise the clink of silverware.

Finally, dad broke the silence, "So...long day?"

Kill me, please.

"Something like that." I coughed. I clenched my eyes and added, "Sorry, I got carried away."

"It happens." dad grunted, and stood up with his empty plate, "I'm going to watch tv if you want to watch with me."

I appreciated the gesture, but shook my head no. Dad nodded, while I stood up from my seat. My makeshift skirt caught on the table and was ripped free, leaving me naked again, god damn it. I lowered my plate in front of my crotch, but thankfully dad had gone to the living room.

After doing my dishes, I hurriedly returned to my room to experiment with the remaining stickers. I put the lust sheet back in the box, closed the box, and put it far away. Then I looked at the remaining stickers.