Cleaning Up, Letting Go

The scent of lemon polish and old money fills the air as Catherine, her petite frame clad in a crisp uniform, meticulously cleans the grand estate. Her gloved hands, soft yet firm, caress the antiques, igniting a fire within her. She pauses, her reflection in the polished silver catching her eye. A wicked smile plays on her lips as she pictures the master of the house, his strong hands replacing hers, his hardness pressing against her ass. With a naughty giggle, she spins around, her skirt flaring out, revealing the lack of panties beneath.

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