Ordinarily, a trip from the club back home was a swift 15 minute jog to and from her apartment block, but given how much she had to endure her orgasms, and how rough those orgasms were, she was in no fit state to jog. She could barely walk, let alone jog. Her legs were caked in cum, and them selfsame legs were barely able to withstand her own weight, as she jittered from side to side, almost making more progress sideways than she was forwards. It did not help that her vision was blurry, and a lot of people asked if she was OK, to which she answered "Yes" in a weak but blunt way.
The journey home took over an hour, and when she finally got home, legs still jittery, though she had recovered at least slightly on the trip home, she collapsed onto the couch, swiftly heading off to sleep. All she could think about was the fight she just had, about Renee, and about how she would be able to win again should the two of them lock horns once more
Casual Attire
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