The sun had barely risen when Takumi stumbled into the laundry room, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
The low whirrrr of the washing machine filled the space, along with the warm scent of detergent and steam from yesterday's damp heat. He went to toss in his shirt—
And froze.
Misaki was already there.
Bent over the machine, hands flat on the lid, hips swaying, bare ass peeking out from beneath her short robe.
She looked over her shoulder with a wicked smirk.
"Good morning, baby. The machine's already doing its job."
She arched her back.
"Now why don't you do yours?"
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Laundry Room Seduction – No Panties, No Shame
Takumi swallowed.
Her robe was loose—completely open from behind. Her plump ass was round, jiggly, thighs trembling slightly with each vibration from the spinning drum.
She wasn't wearing a bra either.
Her nipples stood stiff against the thin fabric as the machine hummed, making her whole body subtly bounce.
"You planned this?" he asked, walking closer.
She looked over her shoulder, biting her lip.
"Would it be so wrong if I did?"
He didn't answer.
He just dropped his pants.
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From Behind – Hot, Slippery Entry
Without a word, he stepped up behind her and dragged the robe up over her hips.
Her pussy was already soaked.
Warm. Leaking. Ready.
He pressed his cock against her slick entrance and slowly pushed in.
"Mmmmmm~ yessss…"
Misaki arched her back, gripping the edges of the machine as it rumbled beneath her. Each vibration shook her body just enough to add that extra friction to his strokes.
Schlk. Schlk. Schlk.
"You feel that?" she moaned. "The machine... and your cock... I'm gonna lose it~"
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Doggy Vibes – Fast and Loud
He began thrusting faster, hips slapping against her thick ass, his balls swinging and smacking against her swollen folds.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The laundry machine shook beneath them, squeaking slightly with each pump of his cock.
"You're dripping," he grunted, watching her ass jiggle. "You really get off on this?"
"I'm a laundry slut," she laughed breathlessly. "Use me while the whites spin~!"
He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red print.
She screamed into her arm.
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Outside the Window – Risk of Being Seen
Just outside the laundry room, her wet panties hung on the clothesline, swinging slightly in the morning breeze.
Takumi looked toward the small window—any passerby could peek in.
"Misaki, this window's wide open…"
"Then fuck me harder before someone sees."
He did.
He slammed into her, deeper, harder, slamming his cock into her soaked pussy like he was trying to pound laundry soap straight into her womb.
Schlk. Slap. Slrk.
She was moaning like a bitch in heat, thighs trembling as the machine's hum built up like a climax of its own.
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Climax – Creampie Against the Machine
"I'm close—" he growled.
"Inside me," she begged. "Let it all out again—make me drip while I do your laundry—"
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and drove deep—balls-deep—until he couldn't take it.
He exploded.
Hot cum filled her pussy in thick pulses, her cunt squeezing every drop like it belonged inside her.
"Fuuuck~ yessss—" she cried, cumming right as he did.
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Aftermath – Wet, Satisfied, Still Vibrating
The machine slowed to a halt as they both collapsed forward, bodies sweaty, skin sticky with effort and pleasure.
Misaki stood slowly, legs wobbling, cum leaking down her thighs.
She looked back, smirking.
"Laundry's done. So am I."
He grinned. "You'll need another cycle if we keep making this mess."