Karen wasn’t sure how long she slept. She awoke still cradled in in the arms of the man who assulted her. He seemed to be sleeping soundly beside her. She felt dirty. The feeling consumed her as she sowly worked herself free of the man and snuck out of the bed. Tip-toing over to the bathroom she silently closed the door behid her.
The bathroom was simple. There was not much beyond sink, a toilet, and a combination tub shower. She hurried over to and turned on the shower, and waited for the water to heat up. She felt grimy, oily, and sweaty. While she stood there she began to feel something begin to drip down her legs. Instinctively she reached down, and felt the viscous cum leaking from her. It was still warm, kept so deep inside her. Now that she thought on it she could feel more of it inside her. Something passed though her mind, something she refused to admit as shook away the thought and stepped into the shower.