In the dimly lit laundry room, Rjproducciones' washing machine hummed, its rhythm echoing Michellhot's racing heart. She'd caught him in the act, but instead of causing a scene, she offered a different kind of exchange. She pressed him against the cold wall, her hands working his belt, freeing his hard cock. She spat on it, rubbing the saliva in, before taking him deep into her throat. He groaned, his hands fisting her hair, guiding her as she sucked him off. She could feel his cock pulsing, his cum ready to burst. She pulled back, letting it spray onto her tits, marking her as his, before licking it off, savoring his taste.