Repair Affair

Alexis Tae is stuck folding towels because the dryer croaked. Whitney Wright struts in and starts giving her grief about the laundry pile. Alexis fires back that Whitney could help once in a while. Things get loud fast. Whitney storms off, leaving Alexis alone with Lumi Ray, the handywoman who rolled up to fix the dryer. Lumi needs a signature on the work order. Alexis mumbles an apology for the scene Lumi just walked into. Lumi shrugs it off, so Alexis goes on. Whitney barely lifts a finger around the house, she says, and the bedroom’s been dead for weeks too. Lumi smirks, says a gorgeous woman like Alexis should get looked after in every room. The compliment lands. Alexis leans in, lips finding Lumi’s, and the work order gets dropped. They tug at clothes between quick kisses. Lumi’s fingers slip under Alexis’s waistband and slide straight into her, slick and steady. Alexis gasps, hips rocking against the hand, natural tits brushing Lumi’s tank. Ink peeks out where shirts ride up. They’re so caught up they barely hear Whitney’s footsteps. Alexis shoves Lumi behind the rack just in time. Whitney pops her head in, asks if everything’s fine. Alexis says the handywoman’s checking the vent, voice shaky. Whitney buys it for now and leaves. Lumi’s fingers never stop moving. Every time Whitney wanders back, the two scramble for cover: ducking behind towels, pretending to measure hoses, biting back moans until the coast is clear again. The laundry keeps swinging on the rack while the real repair work turns into something a lot more hands-on.