Clothing in the washing machine, cute hips swaying as the machine’s door swings shut. Sensing my approach, you seductively wiggle your sexy rounded tush.

I turn you around. Placing you on the washing machine as our tender lips meet. Licking nipples; touching mons. I suck your moist sex with an eager tongue.

A sigh of relish escapes your throat as the tongue explores the walls of your secret cavern. The spin cycle starts. The peak of pleasure hits. You shake in ecstasy, along with the machine. Holding the machine corners with thighs squeezing my head, you regain your composure.