Dusting with Desire

The maid's hands, gloved in rubber, glide over the furniture, her eyes never straying far from her task. But the house is quiet, too quiet, and her mind wanders, her body responding to the emptiness around her. She pauses, her breath hitching, as she feels a familiar dampness between her legs. The house may be empty, but her desires are not, and she allows her fingers to trace the curve of her breast, her nipples hardening at the touch.

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