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Sitting at the window enjoying the afternoon sun, the impulse is felt by Mistress X. Not wanting to disturb to the bathroom, she launches a hot stream that is gushing onto the wooden under her and lifts the hem of her dress. Returning back to the window she celebrates her aid. Gazing at the puddle she believes, you don’t have to fret about the wreck this wills wash up.
