Ayu Devoted Single Mother

Late at night, she finally gathers the courage to approach his room, robe barely tied, heart pounding. The promise she made in jest must be honored — not because it’s right, but because she can’t bear to break her word to him.

Standing at the sink, she scrubs dishes to distract herself from last night’s memory — his hands on her, his voice in her ear. The water runs hot, but it can’t wash away the heat between her legs.

Reaching into the washing machine, she slips and gets stuck — hips wedged, skirt hiked up, thong on full display. Helpless and exposed, she calls out for him, knowing exactly what he’ll see.