Adcock Laundry: Tommy cums on Leah's ass (Suspicion: +15)

Leah couldn’t believe what was happening, it was almost comical, and she would have laughed if she hadn’t have started to feel so good. She struggled to resist but it was no use. He had the advantage of being able to move freely while she was trapped in the awkward position.

She felt his cock grow harder and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure washing over her despite the situation. Her mind raced with thoughts of how wrong this was, but her body betrayed her as she began to moan in ecstasy. It would be SO embarrassing if Tammy walked in on her son doing this to his bride to be.

“Jonathan…” she moaned, trying to push him away but only succeeding in pushing herself deeper into the dryer.

“Shh…” he whispered in an awkward grunt.

She felt him speed up, his thrusts becoming more urgent and rough. She could hear his moans behind her as he neared his release.

Leah’s mind was racing with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted this to stop immediately and part of her didn’t want it to end at all.

There was something about doggy style that just made sex hit differently sometimes. She loved the position. Jonathan’s assertive and sudden show of dominance while Leah was also in a traditional feminine duty of cleaning the house-so to speak-also impressed in her a sense of excitement she couldn’t quite place as he gripped her hips and thrust again and again, her head nearly colliding with the dryer’s metal interior. She moaned louder as he thrust harder, but her groans of pleasure were muffled from the dryer’s metallic design.

“Jonathan” gripped her hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more urgent and forceful. Leah could feel herself getting closer and closer to climax with each thrust. Even from inside of the metallic cage of the dryer that held her head and torso confined she heard the loud grunts of “Jonathan” behind her, grunts she knew were likely to follow one thing. He thrust faster and harder before he finally reached his climax, Leah could tell he was going to cum because she felt the pressure inside her suddenly ease as he pulled out quickly. Then he gave her his own load not of laundry—a big one—right on her ass. Leah sighed as the passion suddenly turned into reality. Jonathan was making an absolute mess on her ass as each thick strand landed on her rear soiling her with his tepid seed.

Silence filled the small laundry room as they both tried to catch their breaths. Leah’s mind was still reeling from what had just happened. She felt violated and confused, yet strangely satisfied. She heard Jonathan tuck himself away or fix his pants or something and then she thought he scrambled away-without even helping her out of the damn dryer. She could NOT believe he was doing that, after having his fun and making a mess.

Leah struggled to back out of the dryer on her own. She managed to get a hand free and pulled up her panties and skirt slightly even while stuck when a voice made her freeze.

“Leah?” it said from the doorway to the laundry room.

“Oh come on.” Leah complained in the dryer “You’ve had your fun now get me out!”

Leah felt Jonathan’s hands move her out of the dryer with ease. She slapped him on his chest playfully, her cheeks still flush from the orgasm she had experienced with him early.

“You are such an ass.” she said making a half-hearted angry face worthy of an emoji.

“What?!” he said, in true amazement. “I didn’t do anything! I just got home and found you like this. What the hell is wrong with your clothes anyway? Did you sit in something? You spilled something on your back it looks like.”

“Oh I ummmmm spilled some detergent and sat in it. You…just…got home? Like right now? ” Leah asked, her tone changing.

“Yeah,” He nodded as he held his hands out as if to attest to his innocence “I heard some weird noises in the laundry room and just found you. You sat in the detergent? But I thought the detergent is blue?”

“Oh I managed to clean most of it ummmm up and I got a new brand. And…uh no reason…I just thought you uh knew I was ummm stuck. And was messing with me.”

“No honey. I just got home. You might…want to start another load for those clothes though.” he said, his eyes lingering on her in a questioning stare.

They awkwardly separated and Leah soon changed out of the soiled clothes…if only she knew who had been behind her during tha time…Tommy or Luke…but she knew she couldn’t confront anyone without making things even worse than they could possibly be.