I’m gaping because she’s so damned beautiful. I want to taste every inch of her skin.
I drop the garments on the floor next to her dress. Then I close the door of the washing machine, set the dial to the spin cycle, and hit start.
The machine rumbles to life beneath my hands.
I tear off my pants. My balls are tight and aching.
“So you want a spin on my cock?” I smile. I’m sure I look seriously feral, but she loves it.
“Yes, please.” She bobs her brows.
I pull off my shirt and jump up onto the washing machine, sitting on top of it as it starts to shake and vibrate beneath me.
Wren moves between my legs. I help her up so she’s straddling me, facing away. Her back is pressed against my chest. My arms come around her, my hands immediately going to her tits.
They’re so fucking soft and perfect. I squeeze and massage, feeling her nipples harden against my palms.
The washing machine picks up speed. The vibrations intensify. They travel through the machine, through me, into Wren.
She gasps, her head falling back against my shoulder.
I play with her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers. The vibrations from the machine make everything feel more intense. Her breasts jerk and shudder in my hands with each rotation of the spin cycle.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her.
She does, opening herself up. I slide one hand down her stomach, over the soft swell of her belly, down to her pussy.
She’s already wet.
I groan against her neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin there. My fingers find her clit and start working it in slow circles.
The washing machine is going nuts beneath us now. It’s vibrating so hard my teeth are rattling. The vibrations travel upthrough my body, through my balls, making my cock leak pre-cum onto my stomach.
It feels fucking amazing, and I’m not even inside her yet.
Wren’s breathing gets faster. Harder. Her hips start to rock against my hand.
I slide two fingers inside her, feeling how hot and tight and wet she is. I work them in and out while my thumb stays on her clit, rubbing.
The machine shudders beneath us. Wren shudders with it. I can feel her getting wetter, feel her pussy starting to clench around my fingers.
I kiss her neck, her jaw, finding her mouth. She turns her head, and our lips meet. The kiss is messy and desperate.
My cock is pressed between us, trapped between her ass and my stomach. Every vibration from the machine travels through my balls and up my shaft.
I lift her up slightly, just enough for her to grab my cock. Her fingers wrap around my shaft, and I hiss at the contact. She positions me at her entrance.
Then I lower her down onto me.
I choke out a groan as I sink into her.
The vibrations from the washing machine travel through both of us now. Through my balls, up my cock, into her pussy.
“Oh wow,” Wren breathes.
I hold her hips, lifting and lowering her onto my cock. The washing machine does most of the work, shuddering and vibrating beneath us. All I have to do is guide her movements.
Every thrust sends vibrations through my entire body. My balls are vibrating. My cock is vibrating. Even my teeth are vibrating.
