Tenten is cleaning

I smelled fresh pine, and heard the gentle sound of a brush scrubbing away. When I opened my eyes, I was overwhelmed with daylight. I stumbled to my feet attempting to make it to the main room in one piece. I opened the door.

Before me was Tenten on her knees scrubbing away at dirt and old blood that made its way to the floor, only feet away, were my clothes that were filled with dirt and blood. Again Tenten had chosen to wear her yoga pants. This view was very wrong, but I found it hard to look away.

She bent so low, at an angle that looked incredibly uncomfortable. An angle that stretched out the fabric of her pants even more than they were built for. Making her tight ass pop out.

I could see the outline of her underwear. I followed the frills at the end of them as she began to scrub. Her ass tightening as she scrubbed at the floor. Moving back and forth with the motion.

Her hair was draped over her face, and every so often she would shift her weight to another leg in a motion that almost felt teasing. I couldn't watch all day.