He Had Me Bent Over the Washing Machine Before I Could Even Say Hello
He had me bent over the washing machine before I could even say hello.
I had opened the door to grab the laundry basket. Reyan was already there, waiting. He stepped in, kicked the door shut, locked it, and spun me around. My hands hit the vibrating machine. My shorts and panties were yanked down in one motion. I heard his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock was pushing against me, and he sank in to the hilt with one hard thrust.
I cried out. He was already fully hard, already leaking, and I was already soaked. He didn’t give me a second to adjust. He started fucking me in deep, powerful strokes that made the washing machine rock against the wall. One hand stayed locked on my hip. The other reached around and rubbed tight, filthy circles over my clit.
“Missed this,” he growled against my ear. “Been hard since I heard the machine start.”
I pushed back to meet every thrust, already close. The wet sound of him slamming into me mixed with the spin cycle. When I came the first time my legs shook so hard he had to hold me up. He didn’t stop. He fucked me straight through it and buried himself deep when he finished, flooding me in thick pulses while the machine hummed under us.
He stayed inside me, breathing hard against my neck. I could feel every twitch. Every drop.
“Bedroom,” he said. “I’m not done.”
He pulled out. Cum immediately started sliding down my thighs. He watched it for a second, eyes dark, then lifted me and carried me to the bed.
He dropped me on my back, shoved my legs wide, and sank back in before I could catch my breath. This time he stayed close, forehead against mine, fucking me in deep grinding strokes that rubbed against my oversensitive clit on every pass. I came again within minutes, crying out into his mouth. He followed soon after, groaning as he filled me a second time.
We didn’t rest.
The third time he put me on my hands and knees and took me from behind, one hand wrapped in my hair, the other reaching under to play with my swollen clit. I was so wet the sound of him sliding in and out was obscene. I came so hard I collapsed onto my elbows. He held my hips up and kept thrusting until he finished again, grinding deep and staying there while everything he had left emptied into me.
Afterward we stayed locked together, sweaty and shaking. His cock was still twitching inside me. I was so full it was already leaking out around him.
He kissed the back of my shoulder, voice wrecked.
“Next time the machine runs, leave the door unlocked.”
I pushed back against him, still fluttering around his cock.
“It’s running again in an hour,” I whispered.
He laughed—low, filthy—and rolled his hips once, already starting to harden again inside me.
“Then I’ll be back in an hour.”
And he was.
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