I pick up the pile, wrinkling my nose at the faint smell of body odor and toss it into my washing machine, pouring in some soap and turning it on. I slide off my bra and unbutton my jeans, stepping out of them and flinging them into the corner. XXX “I, no. “Um…hi. I blush, biting my lip as I quickly pull on an oversized shirt and pajama shorts, coming out a moment later. My eyeliner is smudged, and my hair is in a messy bun. His eyes widen but he doesn’t move as I squeal, cumming hard, my juices wetting my inner thighs. “I, no. I start to get close to my orgasm, and rub my clit faster, arching my back in ecstasy, moaning a little louder, and as I hit my climax, I glance over to my door, making eye contact with Curtis, who is peeking through the door.
