Jon groaned as he pulled himself to his feet, noticing how the bouncing of his tits was more pronounced. He was in a bathroom stall. The last thing he remembered was sprinting through the school unbelievably horny.
He must have made it, seeing how he was now in a bathroom. And he had to go off because he could feel his soaked briefs.
Pulling the cargo pants he frowned at his cum drenched underwear. Reaching for the stone he didn’t notice when he brushed some hair behind his ear. Or how his mouth was vaguely salty.
No, he needed a fresh pair of underwear. With how sensitive his bits were, there was no way he could go without.
Opening his mouth, he made a wish, “I wish I was wearing a clean pair of underwear.” The stone flashed, and he looked away.
Little did he know what he was getting himself into.
