Go for the sweats

...your hands grab her sweatpants, fingers digging into the soft, baggy fabric in a moment that seems to stretch on forever. You sense Caitlyn tense up from the sensation, but it's too late to stop you now.

With the practiced hand of an expert, you yank down on the grey pants, crouching at the same time so your face is level with her ass, now clad in just her pink boyshorts as her first layer of defence pools at her ankles with no resistance.

As you expected, the black shirt is tucked into the panties, fully exposing them to you now. You can tell from the creases that she must have slept in these, probably the pair she wore yesterday and didn't change out of. And from this distance, you can see the fabric has already found its way between her cheeks in a cute little natural wedgie.

After a moment Caitlyn spins around to face you, a blush just a shade darker than her underwear creeping up her neck and across the bridge of her nose as her hands fly out to grip the countertop in a desperate grasp for balance, giving you an unintentional and unobstructed view of the slight cameltoe riding up in the front.

This seems to satisfy your itchy fingers, but a voice still whispers in your head, telling you to go even further, to yank those pretty pink boyshorts as hard as you can. Do you listen?