Do me first the laundry can wait!

The laundry room isn’t just for clothes. Jewel keeps a toy hidden in the washer. When Kristian shows up, she bends to grab a sock and the silicone cock slides out across the floor. She doesn’t rush. She picks it up, lets her fingers linger, and watches his eyes lock on her tits straining the thin cotton. The game lasts seconds. Then she’s on her knees, mouth open, lips stretching around the real thing she came for. She works him deep until spit runs down her chin, breasts swaying heavy with each pull. He drags her up, turns her, and sinks straight into her ass. No lube, just the wet mess she made on his cock. The rhythm is steady and hard; every thrust lifts her onto her toes. She grips the machine, knuckles white, while he pounds deeper, stretching her until she shakes. Her tits slap the cool metal with every impact. He keeps going until her legs buckle and she comes with a raw, broken sound. The laundry stays dirty.