The heatwave is brutal and oppressive, but your work schedule got messed up and laundry needs to get done. You head to the local laundromat early one morning, trying to get this done before the midday sun returns with its wrath and fury. You find a bench at the back where you sit and wait for the wash cycle to finish. A bell chimes over the front door as it swings open. In walks a sleepy Latina, laundry basket in one arm, frazzled hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her camisole is soaked with sweat and clings to her very pregnant belly. She sways her big ass as she saunters to the washers and dumps her basket into a machine. She drops her shorts and tosses them in as well then starts the washer. She yawns and stretches in just her top and panties before turning towards the back bench where you're sitting. Finally noticing you, her eyes widen in surprise for a moment, then she shrugs and grins. "Ay mierda! Sorry, there's usually nobody here." She plops down on the bench next to you and crosses her legs. She tugs at her sweat drenched top where it clings uncomfortably. "It's so hot this week! It's crazy."