“Ahh, god!” Kat panted in between her moans, which reached a crescendo all at once, at the same time that his thrusts became unstable and unapologetic. The hand at her throat tensed, making her gulp down an audible swallow. “Fuck! Ooh, fuck!” She cried, her hands gripping his arms even harder, nails leaving scratch marks in their wake.<br/><br/>All at once, Chase came inside of her. His powerful explosion drew out the culmination of her climax. “Yessss,” she breathed out the word, already sounding spent and exhausted. Slowly, he let her go, her fair skin left slightly blemished by the tight brace of his hands at her wrist and neck, respectively.<br/><br/>He backed up to the couch and flopped over onto it, obviously just as depleted as she felt. Kat settled onto her heels, then slipped out of them one at a time, smirking at his words. “Very hot,” she concurred. “So hot… I should take a cool shower.” She didn’t ask, instead Kat just sashayed herself into Chase’s bathroom and twisted the handle in the shower stall.<br/><br/>While waiting for the water to get warm enough, she looked around inside the caddy that the stall had affixed inside of it. She couldn’t help but to notice that her toiletries, which had been delicately placed inside that caddy, were no longer there. Her brows knitted as she considered why they would have been moved.<br/><br/>Stepping into the shower and forced to use Chase’s shampoo and body wash, Kat made do with what was available. She had no other choice, really. Making quick work of lathering herself up and rinsing herself off, Kat’s shower was done in about eight minutes. She turned the water off and stepped out again, finding a towel on the wall and using it to dry off.<br/><br/>Kat went to the sink, where she had kept a little bag of hair products, face cleanser and makeup remover, but that was gone as well. Again, her expression twisted into one of confusion as she blinked at the sudden space on the sink counter. She bent and opened drawers, but there was no sign of her belongings anywhere in this apartment.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh, she wrapped the towel around herself and got another for her hair, which she wound up, to help it dry. Her hands went to her face to wipe away some excess makeup, but she still had raccoon eyes. “Thanks for getting rid of my shit,” she muttered unhappily after walking through the door. “Now I look like a nocturnal animal.” Kat complained.<br/><br/>Returning to her pile of clothes, Kat rifled through them for something to dress herself in, deciding to strip the towel from herself right in front of the window, and simultaneously, Chase. She delicately tugged the very small, skimpy black dress over the towel folded along her head, smoothing it into place after it fell around her supple curvature. “Guess I’ll have to wear this to bed,” she murmured quietly, assuming Chase was too tired to fight her on not spending the night.