Shuddering as they both came down from their climaxes, Bluebell tried to reorientate herself, but she felt small and soft. Fucking in public was always a rush, but after hard sex like this, she just wanted to be curled up in a soft bed. The soft kisses on her aching neck were helping.
She could smell the change in his mood before he even spoke. “Don’t,” she groaned. Don’t regret me, please not that. Don’t regret that. I can’t take it. Aloud, she continued, “Fine. ‘m fine.”
Her earlier bravado had melted away as she stood there, stuffed full of his cock and leaking their combined fluids. Just a young woman, with more insecurities than sense. More brains than confidence.She had no idea what should happen next, what even could happen next.
Wayne winced as she said don’t so forcefully, nodding haltingly and rubbing at her hips gently.
At least he didn’t smell any blood. That was good, but there was still the fact that he’d done this, and he never meant to let it get this far.
Wayne sighed and rested his forehead on her shoulder.
“I have a real fucking problem.” He mutters, slowly pulling out of her with a hiss and sighing once more. He looked down to see the damage and groaned in a bit of renewed arousal as he saw copious amounts of his cum leaking from her used hole.He felt a little of hers leaking from him, himself.
“Ngh, we’re a mess… Uhm…” he begins slowly, flushing deeply. “W-wanna come back to mine? I’ve got a good shower…” Get home first. Then freak out. Get home first. Then freak out. It was the mantra stuck in his head right now as panic threatened to overtake him.
Swaying, Bell braced her hands against the wall. Her tentacle limp between her legs and dripping cum. Her ass steadily leaking, she felt simply exhausted, “Is it close?”
Her voice was barely a whisper. More of a sigh, as she leaned her forehead on the brick. There was no way her tentacle was going into her leggings and it would take some time for it to retract back inside of her body. She DID NOT want to be in public like this. Not at all.
Biting her lip and swallowing, she nodded. His place. Yeah, sure. It had to be closer than Evil Lair. Better than trying to ride her motorcycle like this. Better than having to explain her state to Minion.
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