I just got back from the gym—sweaty, filthy, stinking hot—and who do I find creeping in my room like a little pervert? You. With your grubby hands all over my dirty clothes, my soaked gym shirt, my sweaty ass panties... and yes—my filthy, stank-ass underwear. I told you to stay the fuck out. But you couldn't resist, could you? You wanted my filth... so now? You're gonna taste it. All of it. No shower for me tonight. Nope. I'm using you instead.
