Spent the entire afternoon deep cleaning the house, and there's nothing quite like the feeling of a job well done. The scent of lemon cleaner still in the air, my back aches in that satisfying way, and this nightgown is clinging to my sweaty skin. It’s got me thinking about the different kinds of hard work I enjoy... like the kind that leaves my knees sore and my throat raw. There’s a primal thrill in getting on all fours to scrub a floor that instantly makes me crave getting on my knees for a different reason. To have a man’s cock use my mouth until he loses control and paints my face with his cum. It’s all about devotion, isn’t it? Taking care of a home, taking care of a man’s deepest needs. Both leave me feeling utterly fulfilled and powerfully used in the best way possible.