Confession: Slipping into the Sauna with My Cum-Stained Yoga Pants

After that wild session in the gym’s storage room, both of us were still riding the high, adrenaline pumping through our veins. My yoga pants were a mess. Between his cum dripping from my still-throbbing pussy and the smeared streaks on my ass, I was half-panicked someone would spot me. But the gym was nearly closed — only a few lights on in the main area — and the temptation of one more quick, risky encounter was too powerful to ignore.

He suggested the sauna, saying it was usually empty at this hour. My heart hammered at the idea, but I nodded. We crept toward the locker area, me ducking behind corners so no one would see the sticky stains covering my backside. Each step sent a subtle squish between my legs, a reminder of the cum he’d left inside me. I pressed a hand over my crotch, trying to keep it from leaking any farther down my thighs.

When we reached the sauna, it was deserted, the wooden benches glistening faintly under the dim light. I felt a rush of relief and arousal. The heat embraced us the moment we stepped inside — thick, steamy air that made my skin prickle. I closed the door, flipping the latch to keep others out. He turned to me, eyes burning with lust.

My yoga pants were so damp, especially around my butt where a glob of his cum had smeared when I hastily…