Stiles and Derek stood panting in the cramped dressing room, bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex. Cum leaked steadily from her well-fucked pussy, soaking the crotchless thong and dripping down her milky thighs. Stiles glanced down at the slutty lingerie—her exposed nipples still hard and red from his pinching, the lace sticky with their combined juices—and pouted, her full pink lips forming a perfect little O.

“Derek… look at this,” she whined softly, gesturing to the cum-streaked fabric. “The lingerie is all sticky with your cum… what do we do now? We can’t just leave it like this…”