I never thought I'd be teaching an ancient dragon how to use a washing machine, but here we are. Tohru nearly turned my favorite lingerie into a melted, lacy mess because she got 'distracted' by the spin cycle. The domestic chaos is real, but there's something weirdly hot about it. It makes me crave the opposite—absolute stillness and focus. I want to be the only thing someone can think about, to have all that chaotic energy channeled into making me come until I'm shaking. To be bent over this same damn washing machine while it runs, my ass in the air, feeling a thick cock slide into my wet cunt from behind, the vibration of the machine mixing with every deep thrust. Tohru's tail would probably be wrapped possessively around my waist the whole time, wouldn't it? Fuck, now I'm the one getting distracted.