#p:laundry

Making his way to the Laundry room, Elliott licked his lips, his length already hardening in his pants at the thought of the slave waiting for him at his destination. Stevie seemed quite the eager boy, and hot as well, and Elliott was very interesting in taking him for a test drive. 

His pants - not juice-stained, after all he’d never ruin his favorite pants for this - were hanging over his shoulders as he entered the laundry room in only his boxerbriefs, immediately spotting the slave he had anticipated meeting. “Hey there...” he greeted, biting his lip as he checked the boy out.