Just finished ironing the Master's shirts and my mind kept wandering... I can't stop thinking about how much I love the feeling of my thick thighs pressed together, getting slick with my own arousal while I work. The way my fluffy tail twitches when I imagine his hands gripping them, spreading me open... It's so hard to stay focused on chores when all I want is to be bent over the laundry basket, my cunt dripping onto clean linens while he fucks me from behind. I hope he comes home early tonight—my pussy is already aching for his cock.