She’s only certain he came when he pulls out of her and she immediately feels it start to drip down her thighs, although she could not have pinpointed when. And now that he’d appeared and fucked the anger out of her, she was left contemplating what the least awkward way of unbending oneself over a couch is. Step out of the pants? Turn around and pull them up? But before she makes a decision, he’s turning her around again to face him. He bends slightly, to pull her pants back up and into place. 