Savannah Heat

Nate pulled his face away at last, tossing the underwear into the washing machine and turn it to a daily wash. the washing machine supported his weight as he leaned against it, panting slightly.

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New Underwear

The washing machine growled, it was like a monster about to digest me. i was so freaking scared the tip of my bulge dripped a few droplets of piss.

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The Procrastinators Dilemma

I wipe my palms on the grubby denim of jeans that haven't seen the inside of a washing machine in just shy of a month. the acrid smell of stale sweat and tobacco invade my nostrils like a plague.

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Happy Valentine's Day! (Portal Panties)

Just as alison was loading her laundry into the washing machine in the basement, she heard the doorbell ring.

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the milf in flat 69

"hello jerry's fix it up place" i said upon picking up the phone all i heard was some fur getting angry at the fact the washing machine wasn't working.

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Can't stop loving you

Jennie got up and put her plate in the washing machine. he did the same, and followed her upstairs without a word. they went inside her room, and she locked the door.

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Laundry Trouble

Cecily followed her into the small storefront filled with washing machines.

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The Model - Chapter Eighteen

._ i picked up a pair of kurt's briefs and pressed them to my nose, savouring the musky scent before i gathered them all up in a bundle and carried it to the washing machine.

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Field Research Entry 1: Losing It

My voice had weakened, surfacing from that rolling wave, but i communicated as strongly as i could my desire: "fuck me," i said again, squirming on top of the washing machine. "please." he obeyed.

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do anything businessman

I note you have a washing machine but do you have a vacuum cleaner?

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The Model - Chapter Thirty

I carried the clothes to the kitchen and began stuffing them into the washing machine. my phone buzzed and i cocked my ears, expecting a phone call, but the noise didn't repeat.

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The Lint Bunny

"you know," i inform him from my seat atop the washing machine, "i really haven't decided what to do next. what you'll _be_ next." i look at him. the fuzz, in not-white and grey, looked like dust. dust bunnies. bugs bunny.

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