Dillion Harper has some fun in the laundry room – Brazzers

Title: Dillion Harper’s Steamy Laundry Room encounter

Much to her parents’ dismay, Dillion Harper snuck off to do her laundry at the local laundromat. The raven-haired teen was tired of her mom nagging her about smelling like a locker room, so she decided to tackle her chores in secret. She figured with her huge jugs and bubbly ass, she’d get a lot more attention trying to score a sympathetic male to help her with the heavy lifting – and boy was she ever right!

Dillion pranced into the brightly lit laundromat, wearing her tightest jean short-shorts and a white tank top that didn’t even come close to covering her perky tits. She tossed her clothes into the washing machine, watching the water, detergent and her freshly laundered panties swirling around in hypnotic circles. Moments later, her stomach twisted into a tight knot as a tall, well-built older man with a thick ’70s pornstar mustache placed his clothes in the washer next to hers.

“Hey there sexy, what’s your name?” the stranger said, licking his lips as he hungrily eye-balled her massive breasts. She could feel the outline of his throbbing erection poking against the worn fabric of his jeans.

“Dillion,” she said, casually batting her eyelashes.

“Well Dillion, my name’s Brad and I just love your outfit,” he smiled, letting his fingers trail down the warm, bare small of her back. “You have a great figure for it.”

She could feel her heart pounding through her chest, and the dampness of her pussy quickly forming a wet spot on her panties. “Thanks Brad,” she giggled coyly. “I’m glad you noticed.”

“Oh, I notice everything about you,” he winked, reaching out to give her firm ass a hearty squeeze. “Just look at this booty! Those tight shorts are doing wonders for it.”

She blushed, arching her back to push her ass more firmly against his cupped palm. “Thanks,” she purred. “I try to keep in shape.”

He turned her around, pressing his own body against hers so that she could feel the full bulge of his hard cock. “Well, every minute bit of hard work is definitely paying off. I bet the boys are just going crazy for a little Dillion tittie.”

She shrugged shyly, a slight pucker of arousal forming between her legs. “Maybe,” she said softly.

Without warning, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards the back of the laundromat, through a door marked “employees only.” She could hear the hum of the dryers and see the bright glow of the laundry light peeking through the lid. “This is where we dry things with a little more…intensity.”

He pushed her against the large dryers and grabbed the hem of her tight white shirt, ripping it from her body and leaving her exposed in her lacy black bra. She could barely catch her breath as he released his large manhood, stroking it slowly in front of her face. “Oh my God, Brad,” she uttered, “You’re so big!”

“Start stroking it, babe,” he commanded, shoving her head down so that her plump lips were millimeters from his engorged member. She wrapped her soft hand around his thick shaft, pumping it through her tight fist, watching it throb and stiffen in response…