... panic!

Your eyes widen in shock and you quickly push yourself into a seated position. You don't want to have an asshole's child, and your parents would probably kill you if you did end up pregnant. You reach a hand down to your used slit and slip a finger inside of yourself with a soft groan. You're not trying to please yourself, you're trying to dig out Paul's cum. You're not sure how much that'll help, but you'll try anything, at the moment. Another moan escapes your throat as you push your finger as deep inside of your sloppy sex as you can, before you curl it into a little bit of a hook and try to scoop your neighbour's seed from your cunt. You manage to get about a teaspoon's worth of jizz out, but you know there's still more. You think you might be able to push it out, so you get up to your feet. You grab onto the table for support, since your legs still feel like jelly. You groan once more, trying to contract your muscles in an attempt to push Paul's cum out as if it were a baby. You imagine this is what it'd be like to push out a baby, at least, and you're hoping you won't need to do so with an actual baby in nine months. Some more thick ropes of seed drip from your bald pussy, onto the floor of the dining area, but you don't think you can manage any more than that.

Shaking your head, you gather your clothes and make your way up the stairs, your heart beating rapidly. You need to clean yourself up, first of all, and then you need to decide on your next course of action. You toss your clothes in the bathroom sink, turn the shower on and up to what most would consider to be way too hot, and step inside. The hot water that runs down your curvy body allows you to calm down, even if it's only a little. With your eyes closed, you think of your options.