Laundry room lights flicker as she bends over the dryer, backside exposed like an open invitation. No bra straps digging in—just smooth skin stretched taut over hips that beg to be gripped. Her breath hitches when he presses against her, slow at first, just teasing the entrance with his thumb. ‘You’re so fucking tight,’ he murmurs into her ear while one hand slips under her shirt to pinch a nipple hard enough to make her gasp. The other stays planted between those cheeks, rubbing cum straight into that untouched hole until she’s dripping. No lube needed—the way she clenches around his knuckles tells him everything.
