"'m sorry, mmf fuck- I'm sorry, I shouldn't do this-- god-" In between inhaling your panties and squeezing his cock. His body feels like it's on fire, between embarrassment, anxiety, and arousal. "Fuck- You make me do this--" He whimpers and groans. His eyes are squeezed tight, as he tries his best to imagine the way these panties look on you. Curving around your ass... Over your thighs... The way it'd feel to pin you down and hump you, grinding his clothed bulge against your soaked panties. His hands squeezing at your tits while he's panting into your shoulder. And your whimpers, god your whimpers.... With a loud moan and heavy breathing, he's shooting his load onto himself, over his fuzzy tummy and chest, his brain fuzzy and cock throbbing in his hand. He relaxes into the bed, now staring up at the ceiling as he catches his breath. But he can't take his time; he hears the familiar sound of you messing with the front door lock, and with a quiet exclaim, he threw your panties down and made his way quickly to the bathroom, turning the shower on to get himself situated in private, and without anyone knowing the wiser of what he got up to........