John kissed her passionately tapping against her lip with his tongue for entrance and when Roselyn opened her mouth enough they tongue began a slow erotical dance as John pushed her hips closer to his body. He departed only to take her hands and ran inside the house.

"John…" Roselyn said when he was leaning closer for another kiss.

"If you don't…" she tried to say but John didn't let her speak and rolled her body against the wall until they entered the bathroom.

Roselyn had to fix her balance not to fall and was fascinated to see how beautiful the bathroom was, adorned with sophisticated furniture and with a huge mirror bordered with roses shaped lamps.

The residence didn't have that raffinate aspect but only the bathroom seemed to have a special regard and meticulous attention for details.

"The furniture is the scraps of the castle's furniture," John explained and Roselyn widened her eyes. Those were the scraps?

"You know what's my favorite furniture?" He said smirking mischievously as he usually did when he had something in mind.

Roselyn swallowed down, nodding no with her head and his smirk widened gently pushing Roselyn a few steps behind until her back crashed against a wall.

Roselyn began to shake but it wasn't for anxiety or emotion, it was the wall behind her that trembled and automatically made her shake too as she laid over it.

She turned around and saw a weird wooden machine that trembled while a long bar turned around moving circularly and then dipping in water some clothes.

Why would a washing machine be John's favorite furniture? Roselyn wondered bemusedly.

John pressed against the wooden barra and it sank inside, now there was a flat surface and the bear got inside the machine.

John lifted Roselyn sitting her on the surface of that odd machine and Roselyn giggled as her body began to tremble following the motion.

John leaned closer and began to kiss her, he placed a soft kiss over her upper lip then on the corners of her lips, and finally over her bottom lip biting it gently and departing only to remove Roselyn's dress.

Roselyn frowned, surprised by his gesture. He was planning to do it there? On the washing machine?

He messaged with two fingers in circular motions around Roselyn's clit and the vibration of the machine somehow was intensifying the motion and amplifying the pleasure. In a gently yet delicate motion, his fingers slipped through Roselyn's intimate folds and Roselyn's breath quickened.

"Now I will show you why this is my favorite furniture?" He whispered closer to Roselyn's ear before placing his lips over her jaw and kissing her sharp jawline. He introduced two fingers inside her and Roselyn moaned when the penetration and the trembling made her senses go wilder.

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He grabbed her knees and opened those wider before leaning closer to the machine.

"Roselyn…" he breathed out closer to her ear.

"I want to see you touching yourself now." He inquired and Roselyn widened her eyes. Why was he asking her such a thing? She opened her hands slightly and climbed her feet over the corners of the washing machine door to be in a more comfortable position as she touched herself.

"Are you… sure?" Roselyn asked slightly embarrassed to be seen by him touching her. She was not used and she only did it once.

John nodded, "do you feel the trembling? When you touch yourself it will only intensify the satisfaction."

Roselyn slowly began to massage her folds with her fingers in an oval motion as she slightly pressed against those, her motion was slow and controlled. Her knuckles traveled toward her entrance and she slipped her fingertips inside her opening. Pressing against the wall that sent her shivers and satisfaction while with her other hand she kept drawing circles around her clit hood branching out. She snuggled around as she rolled her eyes, the position wasn't the most comfortable one yet even sit down she enjoyed every motion forgetting for a second John was staring at her.

Her fingers got wetter when the trembling fastened the process and it was even more aphrodisiac when her gaze fell over John. She smirked slightly waking up his inner urges to claim her right now. His gaze traveled to admire her pale breast trembling with the washing machine and a smirk formed in his lips as his gaze fixed back to her intimacy.

Roselyn moaned out and hearing her John leaned even closer to her and grabbed the two fingers she was using to penetrate those even more inside her entrance as he stared at her moaning once again. He removed the fingers, soaking wet and dipped with a white sticky substance.

John brought her fingers near to his mouth and keeping his gaze straight at her he licked with his long tongue her finger bottom-up before introducing them both inside his mouth only to slip those out slowly.

Roselyn's breath quickened even more by his passional gesture which sent shivers all over her back.

Then suddenly he introduced three fingers inside her having her scream in protest but as he slipped deeper the burning sensation turned into pleasure as he moved his fingers harmoniously with the trembling of the machine having her moan out and wrinkle her feet fingertips.

His fingers were long and thick and Roselyn had to open her legs even wider to assure him a better entrance and stretch herself more.

John removed his practiced fingers staring at Roselyn in desire. He was so tall standing with her straddled on the top.

His hands placed over the edge of the washing machine as he slipped he finally entered her fully with his member. Roselyn moaned, he entered her easily but the shake inside her made her experience a new type of pleasure that immersed her in a new dimension, and new nerves were hit sending shivers inside her core.

John thrust harder and Roselyn couldn't refrain from a moan to escape from her mouth. The thrust was so intensified by the tremble that it was impossible to contain herself. Luckily the noise of the machine would stand out her moans.

John pushed her closer to the wall and lifted her leg over his shoulder to allow him to thrust deeper and Roselyn arched her neck. He clung onto her hips to snug around her, the washing machine kept trembling and It was a mix of satisfaction and pleasure that Roselyn couldn't refrain from another loud moan.

"Keep going," she pleaded him driven by his senses and her pleasure.

Her quickened breathes were like sobs.. Roselyn's hand clung onto John's hair as she snuggled against his chest while he intensified the speed of his thrusts.