Too Hot to Dry

Summer Col and Maya Woulfe were knocking out the last load when Maya's attitude was already in the basement. Nothing Summer said could flip the script. When Summer finally handed over a water, she fumbled the cup and dumped half of it straight down Maya's shirt. Cue the meltdown. Since they were stuck at the laundromat anyway, Summer yanked Maya's wet clothes off right there and tossed them in with the rest, wrapping her up in a scratchy towel to calm things down. Maya stayed grumbly until the towel slipped a little and Summer got cocky. "Let me check how soaked you really are," she grinned, sliding her fingers between Maya's legs. What started as an accident turned into Summer knuckle-deep in Maya's heat, tongue flicking a swollen clit, two hands pulling Maya open on a cheap plastic seat. Maya went from fuming to shaking, thighs clamping around Summer's wrist while the dryers hummed behind them, clothes forgotten.