With her hands free, she almost makes it to her feet without stumbling immediately, but catches herself on the table. Her balance is off, her whole body aching in new ways. But she manages to make it to the bathroom and leaning against the wall of the shower stall, begins adjusting it to clean herself up.
He can probably hear some of the moans that get drawn out as she works to remove the mess he made of her legs and ass, unintentional as they are. Her ability to see herself or even bend over is impaired by the balloons that have taken over her chest, and soaping them off was yet another challenge. Finally, she finishes with shampooing her hair, using the familiar pattern of wash, rinse, repeat as an anchor to normalcy.
She can admit silently to herself that it was almost too tempting at times to pleasure herself, but with Lucifer waiting, that was a really bad idea. So she finally steps out of the shower, feeling almost back to normal as she dries off. There is a slight tinge of dread, however, as she steps out to see what he has provided in the way of clothing.
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He can probably hear some of the moans that get drawn out as she works to remove the mess he made of her legs and ass, unintentional as they are. Her ability to see herself or even bend over is impaired by the balloons that have taken over her chest, and soaping them off was yet another challenge. Finally, she finishes with shampooing her hair, using the familiar pattern of wash, rinse, repeat as an anchor to normalcy.
She can admit silently to herself that it was almost too tempting at times to pleasure herself, but with Lucifer waiting, that was a really bad idea. So she finally steps out of the shower, feeling almost back to normal as she dries off. There is a slight tinge of dread, however, as she steps out to see what he has provided in the way of clothing.