Herdutifulhandmaiden - HerDutifulHandmaiden

“Darling,” her crisp accent calls me to attention. “You can finish your chores later. Come here.” She spreads her slender legs and gestures to the floor between them.

As I dutifully walk over and as gracefully as I can, lower myself to my knees between her splayed thighs, I notice what she’s looking at so intently through the window. Her boyfriend, of course, shirtless, large muscles covered in a sheen of sweat as he labours in the garden of her estate.

“Gently,” she whispers, her voice tinged with arousal as she lifts her skirt and moves aside her lace knickers, her beautiful nether lips revealed to me, pink and glistening. “Gently,” she says again, pulling my head down to her flesh. “Just your tongue, that’s it, hmm, slow and gentle, yes, just like that, hmm, keep going like that while I enjoy the view.”

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