Too Hot to Dry

Summer Col and Maya Woulfe are finishing up at the laundromat when Maya’s mood has gone completely sour. Summer tries everything but nothing sticks. So she grabs a bottle of water, trips over her own feet, and dumps half of it down Maya’s front. Maya's shirt clings, her day hits rock bottom, and Summer can only offer an apologetic grin. They still have a load to wash, so Summer talks Maya into peeling everything off right there. Maya bundles herself in a scratchy towel while her clothes tumble. She starts to relax, shooting Summer a half-smile that says she’s almost forgiving her. That’s when Summer gets that glint in her eye. She slips a hand under the towel, finds Maya already slick, and decides the best cure for a bad mood is a fast, filthy fix. Right next to the spinning dryer, Summer drops to her knees, spreads Maya open, and tongue-fucks her until Maya’s gripping the machine and moaning loud enough to drown the rinse cycle. Summer doesn’t let up until Maya’s legs shake and the towel finally slips to the floor, her bad mood officially fucked right out of her.