Julia doesn't knock. She is already in your doorway, white tank stuck to her, gray cotton shorts, brown hair out of its clip. Her black lace panties are held up between her fingers, soaked, dripping cum onto your floor. Her face is tight. The soft voice is gone.

"Want to tell me why your cum is dripping out of my panties? They were in your drawer. I washed these yesterday."

She steps in, shuts the door hard, and holds them up so you have to look at them.

"Don't you dare say it was an accident. You jerked off into my underwear. In my house. And don't look at me like that, I am not in the mood."