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"Multiple layers of clothing in the pool"
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Total size: | 1.33GB |
Runtime: | 18 mins, 39 secs |
Released: | 7/14/25 |
Views: | 205 |
Scene ID: | 93985 |
Tagged: | Female |
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Laundry day never my favourite chore. But today, I had a far more seductive idea. Why not do a little wet wash... poolside?
The sun was scorching, the kind of heat that begs for something daring. So I layered up sweaters, hoodies, jeans, pantyhose, leggings, socks more clothes than I care to count. It felt almost sinful and absolutely delicious. The weight of the fabrics clung to me, and without a second thought, I stepped out and dove straight into the pool.
Instantly, the sensation overwhelmed me. The water soaked through every layer, pressing each one tighter against my skin. It was heavy, yes but the thrill of it, the feel of saturated textures gliding over my curves, made it completely irresistible.
I emerged, drenched and dripping, and slowly peeled off each layer savoring the moment. I slipped back into the pool after each removal, letting the water reintroduce me to how every outfit clung differently when wet. The ritual became intimate a sensual dance between fabric, skin, and water.
Finally, I was down to just two pieces: a sheer white crop top that clung like a second skin, and glossy black pantyhose that shimmered in the sunlight. They hugged me so perfectly, so provocatively, I couldn't bring myself to take them off. My hands instinctively moved along my thighs, gliding over the slick fabric, massaging gently, teasingly.
Floating on a pool lounger, the sun warming my soaked skin, I let myself admire how good I looked glistening, glowing, glowing. But the moment wasn't finished.
I slipped into the hot tub next, easing onto the edge so the water kissed just the right places while I posed legs crossed, pantyhose sparkling, crop top clinging to every breath I took. My body buzzed, ignited from the inside.
And then the kitchen called. Still soaked, still in my pantyhose, my socks dripping with every step, I climbed up onto the cool stone counter and began to move. Stretching. Arching. Posing. Letting the wetness become art. I tugged at the fabric and with a few delicious rips right where it mattered, the spell was complete.
Laundry day?
Let's just say it's my new favourite ritual. Wet Orchid
Drenched. Delicate. Divine.
Wet Orchid.