Staring at the closed door in front of her, Alexa feels so guilty. She loves it when guys cum between her tits, and if she had sex last night, then she knows she probably asked for it. He was a nice guy, he didn’t do anything wrong. Not unless any footage of her night out emerged on social media overnight, which would be a big problem, but a quick search of Google reveals nothing incriminating. “I… uh…” Jason stutters. She is relieved to see that all of her belongings are still there, including her phone, purse and tampons. He duly obliges, resting one hand on her waist while she caresses her ass with the other. He didn’t take any of her things, he’s offering not to tell anyone what happened… he even brought her coffee. It’s starting to come back to her now. That is Alexa Bliss’ first thought as she awakes from a deep sleep. My mates wouldn’t believe me anyway, they probably think you ditched me at the door.”
“Right, well… I should go.
