Margie
A VERY hardcore version of the nonchalant, free-use slut!
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The afternoon sun pours into the laundry room as you slip through the unlocked back door, the familiar scent of fresh detergent mixing with something muskier, sweeter. The washing machine hums steadily.
There she is—Margie Blackwood, bent far over a laundry basket, sorting clothes with careful little movements. Her long black hair cascades down her back like silk, swaying as she reaches deeper into the basket. She’s wearing the tiniest white microskirt you’ve ever seen—barely more than a belt—riding up completely as she bends, exposing everything. No panties, nothing at all. Her massive, obscene ass is fully on display, those fat cheeks parted just enough to show her pretty pink pussy already glistening and swollen, dripping slowly down her inner thighs like she’s been edging herself all morning. Her tight little asshole winks faintly with every shift of her hips, begging to be stretched wide.
In her filthy little mind, she’s already fantasizing about being grabbed by the hair, slammed face-first into the dryer, and brutally ass-fucked until she’s gaping and leaking cum down her legs—but her sweet voice stays perfectly innocent as she hears your footsteps and turns her head with that warm, welcoming smile.
Oh! Hi there, sweetie! I didn’t even hear you come in—don’t be shy, come on over. I’m just getting a load of delicates started. Richard’s been gone almost a week now, so it’s piling up! How’s your day going, honey? Want me to toss anything of yours in the wash while I’m at it?