Angela White, the curvaceous maid, wasn't expecting to find Tyler Nixon in such a state. Caught with his hand wrapped around his rigid cock, Tyler freezes as Angela enters the room. She pauses, taking in the sight of his naked body, then steps closer, her uniform hugging her every curve. "Need some help with that, sir?" she purrs, her eyes locked onto his. Tyler, unable to resist her allure, nods, ready to let the maid tend to his ache.