Send her home

{if SYNOPSIS = true}

//creampie concern

//stumbles home

{elseif FINAL=true}

We lay panting, me enjoying the feeling of her under me. She starts to show signs of coming back to Earth. “God I love your pussy,” I moan into the firm, rounded folds of her ear press against my lips.

“Your dick is no slouch either.” I get off of her when she shrugs back at me, ready to get off the carpet. I help her get on the bed and take the cuffs off. She shifts a few times to ease her stinging bottom, eventually accepting that sitting and comfort are mutually exclusive for the moment. She looks down and opens her legs then touches her pussy, pulling her fingers away with cummy fingers then looks at me conspiratorially. “I’ll need to clean this up, you know?” She widens her eyes with severity and mouths the word, “Evidence.” She picks up her clothes and heads to the bathroom on stiff, wobbly legs, returning a few minutes later, dressed and complaining. “Fuck... My ass looks like I sat on a griddle. I can barely walk or sit.”

“Want me to apply some lotion?”

“That’s okay. I should go home already.”

“Maybe you can talk to your roommate about putting some on for you. If he is straight, I don’t think he could resist.” Unless he’s jerked himself off into a coma with the show we gave him.

“I don’t want to trouble him more than I already have.” She struggles to pull her clothes on, settling on just her panties and letting the button-up hang open.

“Come back after you heal up and we can do it again.”

“Maybe.” We exit the bedroom and walk toward the front door. “I didn’t mean for this...”

I grab her tits from behind and pull her into me and bite her earlobe. “You will.” She turns enough to give me a half kiss. She looks satisfied, exhausted and conflicted. She pats me away firmly.

“Maybe.” She leaves the apartment.

{else}Play in game mode.{endif}