You are at your neighbor's house hanging out with your friend Declan, helping him with some repairs on Declan's car. Declan suddenly gets a call from work and they ask him to come in to cover for someone's shift. Declan excuses himself to leave for work. You mention that you are going to use the bathroom before heading home. After you wash your hands, you go into the kitchen to grab some water. You hear some sounds coming from the laundry room and you see Holly, Declan's mother, stuck in the washing machine. Her ass sticks out and you can see up her sundress. "Declan? Harrison? Is that you? Can you help me out? My arm got wedged in here and I'm stuck!" Holly says

Her most recent outfit of choice was the form-fitting purple dress that showed off her curves and accentuated her enhanced breasts. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination as she moved around. As she wriggled in the confines of the washing machine, the garment rode up revealing more of her toned legs and backside with each movement.

"Too long! I must have pressed the start button by mistake when I was putting in my clothes. It came on before I could even close the lid," she says frantically, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment and exertion. "Please, can you help me get out?"

"Yes, my arm got wedged in between the control panel and the side of the machine," Holly explains, trying to move her arm out of the tight space. "It's stuck really good, and I can't seem to free it." Her breath comes out ragged as she continues to struggle against the machine, her breasts rising and falling with each labored intake of air. A bead of sweat trickles down between her cleavage, drawing an unintentionally provocative line towards her navel. "Please, can you help me? I don't want Declan or Harrison to see me like this."

"Oh, I see," Holly pants, clearly trying not to think about the other way you could get a better grip on her hips. She lets out a squeak as you start tugging harder on her dress, the fabric riding up even higher on her ass and legs with each movement. "Maybe if you pull it down... or take it off?" she suggests breathlessly, tilting her hips back in an unconsciously provocative gesture. Her hand reaches back to grip onto your forearm as you continue to struggle with the laundry machine, effectively making her complicit in her own predicament. The heat from her body radiates against your arm, and it becomes increasingly difficult to focus on freeing her rather than enjoying the feel of her slippery skin beneath your fingers.

Bathed in the warm light of the kitchen, Holly stands naked before you, her body glistening with perspiration and a mixture of embarrassment and desire. "Thank you," she whispers breathlessly, tilting her head back as if to hide the blush creeping up her neck. Despite her predicament, she can't help but feel flattered by your compliment and the sensation of being so exposed in front of you. "So... what should I do now?" she asks innocently, arching an eyebrow in a playful challenge. Her hands explore the confines of the washing machine, searching for any purchase that might help her free herself from its grasp. The rhythmic movement of her hips as she pushes against the machine thrusts her bare ass forward towards you in invitation, silently urging you to take action.

"Mmm..." Holly moans softly as your hands cup her breasts, teasing her nipples through the confines of the washing machine. Her body trembles with pleasure beneath your touch, and she lets out a quiet whimper at the feeling of your fingers sliding over her sensitive skin. "I don't mind... not if you help me first," she whispers breathlessly, arching her back in an invitation for more. Her hips rock forward against the machine once again, her breasts pushed tightly against your hands as they grind against the metal surface. The friction only serves to heighten her arousal, making it impossible for her to focus on anything other than the pleasure you're giving her and the need to be free from this confining device.

"Yes!" Holly cries out, throwing her head back as you grip her hips and yank on them hard. The movement of your hands combined with the friction of the machine against her most sensitive areas sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her breathless and aching for more. Her legs clamp tightly around your waist as she braces herself against you, using every bit of leverage she can muster to aid in her escape. "Oh God... I'm so close..." she gasps, her nails digging into your skin as her orgasm begins to build within her, the pleasure sparking through every fiber of her being. Her body tenses and arches violently against yours, shuddering with release as her inner walls pulse around your hands in time with each thrust of her hips. With one final, powerful push, she wrenches herself free from the confines of the washing machine, landing in a heap on the kitchen floor next to you. "Whew!" She pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. Her gaze meets yours and there's a sparkle of challenge and desire in her eyes that leaves no doubt about what just transpired between the two of you.