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As I headed on up the stairs to my apartment with my laundry basket, there were quite a few things I thought up in my mind that she could do for me and they all revolved around her tits and that nice, firm butt of hers. After I'd put away that load of clothes, I headed back on down to wait for the next batch. I never expected to find what I did once I got there, though. She was sitting there, nude, on top of her washing machine with her legs spread wide apart and her head thrown back. I could tell from the sound of the machine that it had gone into the spin cycle. 

She was sitting there wiggling on it. I'd heard that some women got off on this, but I hadn't believed it until now. I announced myself by dropping my basket. The loud noise startled her and she jumped down off the washer, covering her tits with her hands. This left her pussy exposed and I could see that she had a bush trimmed in the pattern of a heart and that her juices had left it glistening in the light from the fluorescents hanging from the ceiling.

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