In an encounter filled with passion and submission, the maid and the butler surrender to their most intimate desires. How far will they go under the narrator's control?
The maid's enormous butt moved in a hypnotic rhythm, grinding against the butler's member with every movement. Their bodies, covered in a fine layer of sweat, slid against each other on the bed, creating a wet, erotic sound that filled the room. She didn't kiss him, but her hands gripped his hips, guiding each thrust with a mixture of control and submission. Her medium-sized tits bounced with every movement, and her hairy pussy rubbed against the butler's body, adding an extra layer of pleasure to the scene.
The maid took control, pinching the butler's rear end with a mischievous smile. "That way, harder ," she ordered, her nails digging into the flesh of his buttocks. The butler obeyed, his movements becoming more intense and deeper. The bed creaked under his weight, and the sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. The maid moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy, relishing the sensation of another man's member inside her.
The butler, unable to contain himself any longer, filled the maid with his cream. It was like a candle melting, the cream spurting out and wetting the bed beneath them. The maid moaned, feeling the warmth of his seed inside her. Her legs trembled, and her pussy throbbed around the butler's member, milking every last drop of pleasure. The butler panted, his body covered in sweat, while the maid moved slowly, making sure none remained inside him.
The maid's body was a vision of lust, with her medium-sized tits and large ass swaying gracefully and sensually. Her hairy pussy was soaking wet, and her labia glistened with the mixture of her fluids and the butler's cream. She toyed with her pussy, her fingers moving in circles around her clit, while her other hand gripped the butler's member, as if they were two small sex toys. The scene was obscene, filled with raw, unfiltered desire that made the narrator feel even more aroused.
When they were finally finished, Leon took the maid and carried her to the bathroom. The warm water ran over their bodies, washing away the remnants of their encounter. The maid leaned against him, their bodies sliding against each other under the spray. Leon washed her carefully, his hands moving over every curve and contour of her body. It was an act of care and possession, a reminder that, despite what had just happened, she was still his.
After the shower, Leon dismissed the butler. It was time for him and the maid to have a moment alone. He led her back to the bedroom, where a collection of sex toys was waiting for them. Among them, a purple rubber cock stood out, ready to be used. Leon covered the maid's eyes, plunging her into darkness. "Now, my beautiful maid, it's time for your master to teach you," he whispered, his voice full of dark promises and pleasures to come.
Blindfolded, the maid was completely at his mercy. The narrator began to punish her bottom, his hands moving with force and precision. Each blow caused the maid to moan, her hips instinctively bucking for more. Leon alternated between punishment and fondling, his hands moving between her bottom and pussy, making her writhe in pleasure. "You are mine," he reminded her, his voice a dark, possessive whisper. "And you will become my faithful follower . "
The maid moaned, her hips moving in circles, seeking more contact, more pleasure. Leon took the purple rubber cock and slid it inside her, shoving his still-erect member into the rubber cock. He prepared the maid for a future double penetration, filling her in a way that made her scream. "Your master will enter you ," he whispered, his words a dark and delicious promise. "Remember there are stronger things, and I will teach you how to enjoy them ." The maid moaned, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. She knew that no matter what happened, she was safe in her master's hands. She was wanted, desired, and completely his.
The room was filled with a charged silence, broken only by the maid's moans and gasps. The narrator moved the rubber cock inside her, his movements slow and deliberate. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, but never enough to make her fall. It was a game of control and submission, a reminder of who was in charge. The maid clung to him, her nails digging into his flesh, as he brought her closer and closer to ecstasy.
"You're so beautiful when you submit ," the narrator whispered to her, his voice filled with admiration and lust. "So perfect ." The maid moaned, her hips moving in sync with the movements of the rubber cock. She knew it was hers, completely and without reservation. And in that moment, there was nothing more she wanted.