... accept what happened.

You decide that if you start panicking now, it might only make you feel worse. You take a deep breath and grab onto the table's edge to support yourself in getting to your feet, which is made harder by the fact that your legs are still wobbly. A shiver passes through your body as some of Paul's cum drips from your used slit.

You take a moment to catch your breath, before you gather your clothes and head upstairs, towards the bathroom. You hold one hand against your bald pussy, because you don't want to spill your neighbour's jizz all over the house. After placing your clothes over the little clothes rack your parents installed quite recently, you turn on the shower to let it heat up, while you take a seat on the toilet to let any cum that wants to spill out, spill out. Once you no longer feel anything drip, you step into the shower, where you thoroughly clean yourself.

Once you find yourself sufficiently cleaned, you step out of the shower, dry yourself, and get back into your casual home-clothes. You take the wet towel with you as you head downstairs. There's still a few hours left before your parents get back home, and you still have quite a mess to clean up. The table is stained with your sweat. On the floor by the table, there's a smear of his seed, combined with sweat and your womanly juices, through which you had rolled while you were on the ground. And there still the image of the porn you paused on the television. You switch to a different channel first, thinking it might be a little less suspicious with you cleaning up when you parents come home, if there's not also a woman getting pounded on TV. Then, you start scrubbing the table with your towel, and finally, the floor. It takes you a good few minutes to get everything properly cleaned, but it appears as though all signs of your sexual adventure have been erased. You nod in approval. Now that there is no more evidence to be found around the house, it is time for you to think of what to do about your potential pregnancy...