Ryan’s fingers slipped out of me with a slick, filthy sound leaving my p***y gaping and aching, c*m and squirt dripping down my thighs onto the cabinet floor. The laundry room smelled of s*x and detergent. My sundress was still bunched high, lace panties twisted to the side, my hips wedged tight between the washing machine and the open cabinet. I couldn’t move or see him but I felt his heat behind me, the brush of his jeans against my bare ass.
“Still stuck,” he murmured his voice low and amused as his hands settled on my hips again. He knelt slow, his breath ghosting over the backs of my thighs. I shivered my p***y clenching at nothing, begging.
“Ryan,” I whispered my voice trembling, “please.”
He chuckled the sound vibrating through me and hooked his fingers in my panties, dragging th
