My Maid’s Tongue: The Day I Broke Free
In my living room, heart hammering like a drum, I waited. Two weeks since catching Sabrina fingering herself to my exposed body. Frustration burned deep, my pussy aching for more. Today, no work. Just this. I slipped into the sheer mauve shorty, tulle hugging my shaved triangle, ass cheeks spilling out. Bustier pushed my tits…