I can't believe I have stuff running down my legs.
I can't believe this creepy fact that it was Henry's cum is somehow turning me a bit on.
I can't fucking believe yesterday happened and that I STILL OWE HIM, albeit feeling more crushed than after a fight with a monster.
And I can't help feeling super paranoid that that place down there had now really loosened up beyond recognition, given that it couldn't even hold in a bit of liquid.
After cursing Henry out for staying behind and laughing at me, I stood under the hot water for some time before finally gathering the courage to check.
Oh? Somewhat normal? A bit swollen but not as bad as I had feared? Closed up like we like it?
Haaah.
I let go of a long breath and started washing for real—and the 'spilled juice' was eventually wiped from the 'floor.'
The hot water also did wonders for the dull pain at the end of my stomach, my arching hip joints, and my trembling leg muscles.
