Problems

As your orgasm subsides, you lean against the sink for support, your chest heaving with ragged breaths. The bra is now soaked through with your seed, the delicate lace clinging to your chest muscles.

You look down at your spent cock, the shaft still semi-erect and twitching with aftershocks. It takes you a few seconds to realize that you messed up, noticing your cum dripping down Cait's bra. You panic. You try to compose yourself, taking a deep breath as you adjust the bra and thong.

"Shit, I'm such an idiot," you mutter under your breath, your heart racing. You look at yourself in the mirror, taking in the sight of the bra riding high on your chest. The thong accentuates your ass, the lace edge peeking out from your cheeks. You quickly reach behind you and remove the bra, the cool air hitting your skin as the delicate lace slides off your chest. You toss it to the side, the bra landing on the bathroom floor with a soft thud. Then you quickly slide the thong down your thighs and step out of it.

You quickly pull on your own clothes, the fabric rough against your sensitive skin. The cool cotton of your shirt clings to your damp chest, the material stretched tight over your toned muscles. You pull your pants up, the waistband digging into your soft stomach. The bra and thong lay discarded on the floor, the delicate lace stained with your cum. You quickly gather the lingerie, holding the scraps of fabric in your hands.