Maid's Naughty Chores

The stern-faced maid, with her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, seems immune to the seductive power of the grand house. Yet, as she dusts the owner's collection of erotic art, her eyes widen, her cheeks flush, and her breathing hitches. She can't help but trace the curves of the marble statues, feeling the cool stone under her fingertips, imagining the heat of flesh. Her uniform grows damp, her nipples hard, as she succumbs to the house's sinful allure, her fingers finding their way to her core, rubbing furiously until she finds her release, her cries echoing through the empty halls.

• sirvienta

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