Delirando
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CHAPTER 3. Heat
🕑 Added 2025-05-17 21:23:51 +0000 UTCThey asked casually, between bites of toast. “Hey, can we do some laundry? We’ve got nothing clean left.” I offered to take care of it while they ran out to grab things for lunch. It felt like the polite thing to do. Normal. Familiar. But nothing felt normal once I opened their bag and reached inside. Their clothes were still warm, tangled from being worn and slept in. The scent hit me like a wave—sweat, body spray, something young and careless. A mix of Nico’s sweetness and Theo’s darker musk. I held a boxer in my hands and felt my knees nearly give out. My heart pounded, traitorous and loud in the empty laundry room.
I start to touch my p*ssy lips. Rubbing my small c*lt and playing with the shape of my p*ssy. The speed of my hand increased as my arousal rose, making my lubrication evident by the dilation of my c*lt. I put my middle fingers in my non-existent nub and began to scratch; almost immediately, I began to sweat. My fingers slid easily over my lips. I should’ve dropped it all into the machine and walked away. But I didn’t.
