The desire to cover up overcomes the ick-factor

Grimacing, Rachel looked between the two current evils of her life. A cum-crusted pair of panties or the lump that she'd presumably fucked last night. God, how could she be so stupid?

Averting her eyes she stepped into the panties, eyes scouring the room to distract herself, seeking out her other clothes so she could be dressed and gone before the lump woke up, or at least dressed if he did. As curious as she was to see what kind of man she'd gone to bed with she dreaded finding out just as much.

As the panties touched her crotch - oh gross! - her eyes widened. Something felt odd about her body. Did she do something last night? Was she sore for more reasons than just a boisterous fuck?

Rachel's eyes snapped downward, pulling the thin lacey panties away from her crotch.