"Labour of Love"
by Julius
Copyright January 2008
Washing her underwear always stirred him wonderfully.
He’d fill the sink with hand-warm water, add a squirt of hand soap and pick up the garments.
He loved handling the hard-worked bra and the sluttish garter belt, feeling the caress of her stockings.
It was thongs that really turned his crank. God, but her thongs got to him! The little triangle that nearly covered hers, the strap that led back between her legs, violating her.
***
She’d often pull her thong aside and he’d fuck her while it chaffed his cock.
***
Then, the thong had special significance for him. The moisture-darkened fabric, the wetness that was theirs.
His fingers would lovingly toy with the crotch in the soapy water...
Two rinses and he’d hang it all in the laundry room to dry.
A day later he’d retrieve them. Breastless bra, empty hose, pussyless panties, laid out on the bed as if she were wearing them. She loved that little ritual offering.
All the while his cock would stir, eager for the next time.
Next time he’d nuzzle her pussy through another cruelly tight thong, then fuck her.
And, get to do her laundry again.
by Julius
Copyright January 2008
Washing her underwear always stirred him wonderfully.
He’d fill the sink with hand-warm water, add a squirt of hand soap and pick up the garments.
He loved handling the hard-worked bra and the sluttish garter belt, feeling the caress of her stockings.
It was thongs that really turned his crank. God, but her thongs got to him! The little triangle that nearly covered hers, the strap that led back between her legs, violating her.
***
She’d often pull her thong aside and he’d fuck her while it chaffed his cock.
***
Then, the thong had special significance for him. The moisture-darkened fabric, the wetness that was theirs.
His fingers would lovingly toy with the crotch in the soapy water...
Two rinses and he’d hang it all in the laundry room to dry.
A day later he’d retrieve them. Breastless bra, empty hose, pussyless panties, laid out on the bed as if she were wearing them. She loved that little ritual offering.
All the while his cock would stir, eager for the next time.
Next time he’d nuzzle her pussy through another cruelly tight thong, then fuck her.
And, get to do her laundry again.
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