The minutes tick by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity as she stands there. As Bella arrives home, she lets out a sigh of relief, eager to shed the day’s events and the uncomfortable clothes she’s been wearing. XXX “I was just trying to do what you wanted me to do.”
Alex’s expression softens slightly, but his voice remains firm. Finally, the dryer beeps, signaling that the cycle is complete. Finally, the dryer beeps, signaling that the cycle is complete. The blonde girl beams, clearly pleased with Bella’s response. “Oh, and hand-washed, okay?” she says, her tone casual as if it were the most natural request in the world. The hand dryer roars to life, blasting hot air onto her skirt. Her hands slide down her thighs, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin of
