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I woke up to the realization that it was already 10 AM. Panicked, I quickly scrambled to pick up my clothes, aware that there were people outside and I needed to get to my room without causing a scene. As I grabbed my t-shirt and skirt, I noticed they were both covered in cum from the night before. My t-shirt, now wet and clingy, accentuated my small but pointed boobs, the fabric sticking to my skin.
I made my way to the bathroom, hoping to clean up before anyone noticed. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw the mess we had made. My t-shirt was soaked with cum, and my skirt was equally stained. The sight of it all brought back vivid memories of the night, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal.
Deciding the best way to clean up was to shower, I stepped into the shower still wearing my cum-soaked clothes. The warm water cascaded over me, and I slowly peeled off the t-shirt, feeling the sticky cum wash away. I then removed my skirt, letting the water cleanse every inch of my body. The sensation of the water and the memories of the night before made me feel incredibly turned on.
As I stood under the stream of water, I couldn’t resist the urge to pleasure myself. My fingers found their way to my wet pussy, still sensitive from the night’s activities. I rubbed my clit gently, feeling the tension build within me. My other hand roamed over my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
