Satin panties
Black lace thongs
Black camisole
Into the machine
Those three things I throw
As he watches me
by the washing machine
His eyes pierce my soul
he pulls down my thong
heart beating out of control
The tiny fabric
glistening wet
grabs his attention
I can’t make him wait
Pressing the button
my machine begins to spin
As sit on it with a smile
ready for the fun to begin
He moves closer
I spread my legs
an invitation for
his cock’s thick head
He pushes deep inside
his cock penetrates me
Rhythmic thrusting
crescendoes our moans
until he cums inside me
the air filled with his groans
A gentle smile
plays on my lips
as he brushes
my cheek with his fingertips
The machine beeps
as the laundry is clean
signaling the end
of our lustful scene
