Maid's forbidden passion in the hotel suite.

The hotel suite is quiet, the guests out, when the maid enters to clean. She's been fighting her attraction to the place, the memories of last night's guest still lingering. As she makes the bed, she finds a pair of silk panties, a scent of cologne. Her heart races, her panties dampen. She can't help but touch herself, imagining the guest's hands on her body, his breath on her neck.

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