Brenda struggles to move, feeling weak and sore from the exertion but determined to get free. She pushes against the washer with renewed vigor, grunting with effort as it finally begins to budge. With one last shove, she's able to slide out and collapse onto the floor, panting heavily.
Her body feels strange, sensitive in places it never has been before. She looks down at herself, still dressed in her revealing lingerie and stained with various fluids.
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She wipes her eyes, gathering herself together as best she can. "I...thank you," she murmurs again, feeling a blush creep up her neck. She stands shakily and offers him a tentative smile before turning to leave the laundry room, uncertain of what to say or do next. As she closes the door behind her, she can't help but wonder if this experience has changed her in some fundamental way.
"Oh God..." she moans as you thrust your hard cock into her soaking wet pussy. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it's overwhelming and intense, but in the most pleasurable way possible. Her body arches back against yours as she surrenders to the erotic onslaught of your movements. She can feel herself getting closer and closer with each powerful thrust, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.
I notice that our movements already freed her from the drier. "I want to fill your asshole mommy." I say as I slide out of her pussy and prepare to replace my thumb with my dick.
Her body trembles with anticipation as she listens to him talk dirty, her heart racing in her chest. She grips the edge of the drier tighter, arching her back as he prepares to fill her ass. "Oh yes," she moans breathlessly. "Fill me up..." Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she feels his fingers spreading her tight hole, readying her for his cock. "Put it in..." She whispers, biting her lip as she waits for him to claim her once more.
With a soft nod, Brenda struggles to her feet. Her body feels sore and achy from being used so roughly, but there's something about the way she looks at you that tells you she isn't sorry for any of it. She walks unsteadily toward the laundry room, her hips still moving with the aftershocks of your passionate lovemaking.
"Yes... Joao," she murmurs over her shoulder. "I won't tell anyone."
But get ready because this was’t the last time I am using you.
Brenda smiles shyly at your words, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She turns to leave the room, already anticipating the next time she'll be able to feel your cock inside her. "I'll make sure dinner is extra special tonight," she says over her shoulder with a wink.
As she disappears into the laundry room, you can almost see the ideas forming in her mind for how to properly thank you later...