Miranda Angel, the manor's European maid, finds solace in her secret, sensual world. Today, her object of desire is a cock - a thick, veiny, throbbing one. She pictures it in her mind's eye, feels it in her hand, tastes it on her tongue. She strips, her tits bouncing free, her panties soaked with arousal. Sitting on a plush chair, she spreads her legs wide, her fingers finding her clit. She rubs, circles, presses, her breath hitching as pleasure builds. Her other hand reaches for her tits, squeezing, pinching, as she imagines the cock filling her, fucking her hard. Her body trembles, her pussy clenches as she comes, her cries echoing in the empty room.