Blow your load!

You groan in pleasure, your dick spasming as you keep pumping, your head rubbing against the soft satin as you fire spurt after spurt after spurt into the panties, filling the pair with your creamy load. You inhale hard, smelling the scent of the green panties as your nose presses into the moisture and you continue to fire strings of cum. As you keep stroking, the waves of pleasure begin to lessen, before you pull off the satin pair and look at the white spunk pooling around the pink fabric.

"Lovely," you moan, pulling away the two pairs of panties and tossing them into the washing machine.

Taking a minute to compose yourself, you take a deep breath before you start grabbing bundles of laundry again. It takes about an hour or more to get it all done, boring and monotonous work of drying and washing and sorting, but as you get along, the piles of laundry grow smaller until they vanish completely, and you're left pulling the last load of work out of the dryer. Suddenly, your phone buzzes, as you look at the screen to see Daniel's calling you.

"You finished yet, dickhead?"

"Just did," you say. "Why, what's up?"

"A couple of us were going with some of the girls to head into town and go shopping. You up for it?"

"I have an assignment due later, mate."

"So are you coming?"

Tossing the last of the dried laundry into the appropriate basket, you shrug.

"Yeah, fuck it. Alright then, I'll be over in a bit."

With that, you head out the door and leave your laundry chores behind you.