Lust's Check-In

The maid's presence remains unsuspected as she observes the guest's self-pleasure. His hand moves with increasing urgency, his breath hitching as he nears his climax. The room fills with the scent of his musk, a heady aroma that makes her own body ache with longing. She bites her lip, her imagination running wild with fantasies of joining him, of feeling his rough hands on her instead of himself.

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