Novel & Cerita Dirty Laundry Song

I whispered to the dark, “Come home soon. I really miss you” The scent of his shirt still clung to me, wrapping around like a warm blanket. Too bad I was careless and let them take the coat for dry cleaning now it only smelt like detergent and washing soap. I could only force myself to sleep without it. That night, I dreamed of him.

The crowd’s moans swelled in response, a filthy chorus. He thrust slowly, letting me feel every thick inch, his hand guiding my head to meet him. “That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s cock. Show me how much that greedy cunt loves this.” My sobs vibrated against his shaft, making him groan louder. His hips rocked, fucking my mouth with slow, controlled strokes. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked, pushing deeper, slower, letting everyone see. “Your greedy cunt’s getting fucked by that plug, your ass too, and now your mouth’s full of Daddy’s cock. You’re such a perfect little slut, Laura.”

The madam would take one look at me with disgust and then dismiss me. I sighed softly before I reached out and turned on the shower. The water came at me at full blast and instantly drenched my body which was still shaking from the orgasm. Cold water helped a little as I scrubbed every inch of my body until my skin turned pink under the water as I was trying to forget the dream of his hand on my throat and his voice in my ear. It did not work because my cock still stayed half hard the whole time I was in there, and even getting harder the more I think about this shit.

The entire room was a mess. Standing a distance away from her was her housekeeper, Matilda. The woman looked tired and sleepy, she had been cleaning the entire house since the day news got to her boss that Sarah Waves was getting married to Ron Diego. It was not because the house was dirty but because her boss kept breaking and tearing things apart out of rage and she was left to clean the mess the woman makes.

Going downstairs, I got Milka out of her high chair and brought her into the front room with me. She jumped off the sofa almost immediately and toddled over to her toy box. I let her go and turned on the TV. It was right there: IS THE LEAD SINGER OF DIRTY J. A DADDY? Yes. Yes, he fucking is, and it’s none of your damn business, you nosy bitch. Somehow I didn’t think Mark would be impressed if I sent that in to their “What Do You Think?” email address. The screen flicked to their reporter, and the backdrop was my house. I turned the volume up to listen.

“Good, that means I’m doing it right.” My tongue circles her clit and I grin when I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers. Now, she’s ready for me. I suck her clit and meet her eyes. They’re glazed over and her body is glistening with sweat. I can’t help but feel a little guilty that I’m breaking Dean’s trust. Another part of me could care less that I’ve got my hands all over little Celeste. “Oh Daddy, I’m going to come again.” She cries.

My hands pressed into the wood, my knuckles white, as I whispered a frantic prayer. “Lord, cleanse me. Wash this filth out of my mind. I am Yours. I am not this woman. I am not.” But my body… my body wouldn’t stop trembling. Because the truth? For one wild, reckless second… I liked what I saw. I grabbed the phone again and my thumbs flew across the screen. Gloria: Don’t you ever send me something like that again. This is disgusting, sinful. You need repentance, not this filth.

I walk into my room, pick up my dirty clothes, and consider cleaning the blanket as well. I picked up the blanket and decided to clean it as well; I went downstairs because that's where the washing machine is. I opened it, placed the dirty clothes inside, and poured water on it. I then set the timer and sat down on a chair to wait while using my phone to check social media.

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After making sure that the living room and every other place is cleaned, I pushed the store room open and picked up a rake and a cutlass. I rushed out of the house and started clearing the nearby bushes around the house, while clearing the bushes I was busy singing my favourite line of the song that I heard on tik-tok the other day. It was a song sung by Rihanna and it goes like this. 🎶Because when the sun shine we shine together, told you I'll be there forever, said I will always be your friend, took an oath imma stick with ya till the end🎶 Who cares about heartbreak songs, not like I have ever been in relationship before, I just love the vibe coming from the song.