You Came Four Times! My Dress is Covered in Cum. how Am I Gonna get Home?

You can't take your eyes off me as you pound away, filling me with your seed. Every time you cum, I giggle and taunt you, my dress already stained from our previous encounters. The last climax coats my thighs and leaves behind a telltale scent. As we both catch our breaths, you realize I have nowhere to go - literally or figuratively. I'm stuck in this room, dressed in your cum, our bond now deeper than ever before. You question how this could be possible and I simply shrug, unable to resist your potent essence.