Soapy Suds & Secret Cravings

With a sponge in hand, the housewife begins scrubbing the countertops, her mind wandering to forbidden thoughts. The suds bubble and pop, mimicking the sounds of her wetness. She pauses, her breath hitching as she imagines the sponge is a lover's touch. Her cleaning becomes more vigorous, her nipples hardening against her shirt. She's alone, but the empty kitchen echoes with her illicit fantasies.

• cleaning
• house-cleaning

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