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After parking his car, he hurried inside, eager to rid himself of the day's grime that clung to his weary body like a second skin. The weight of exhaustion pressed upon his shoulders, urging him to seek solace in the comfort of home.
He wasted no time in heading straight for the bathroom, his steps quickening with each heartbeat. The desire to cleanse himself once again, burned within him, fueled not only by the sweat and dirt of the day but also by the unexpected situation when Cynthia climaxed over his shirt.
He tossed his grimy clothes into the churning depths of the washing machine before snagging a fluffy towel from the countertop.
With a quick wrap around his waist, he stepped into the steaming cascade of the shower, letting the hot water wash away the grime of the day.
Thoughts of the unexpected encounter with Cynthia swirled through his mind, leaving him in disarray as he tried to make sense of their exchange.
