You've hired a beautiful French maid, moi, to clean your luxurious penthouse apartment. As I'm dusting and polishing, I notice you watching me, and I sense your desire. I decide to take matters into my own hands, or should I say, my own lips?
"Bonjour, Monsieur," I whispered, my voice husky with intention. "I'm here to clean your apartment, but I think I'll need some... guidance."
Monsieur's eyes narrowed, his pupils dilating as he took a step closer. "Guidance, ma chère? I think I can provide that."
I smiled, my lips parting slightly to reveal a hint of my tongue. "Oui, Monsieur. I want to make sure I'm doing everything to your liking."
With a sly smile, Monsieur reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Let's start with the dusting, shall we?"
As I began to dust the shelves, Monsieur's hands wandered, caressing my hips, my thighs, and finally, my ass. I moaned softly, my body responding to his touch like a well-oiled machine.
"Mon dieu, Monsieur," I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. "You're making it so hard for me to focus."
Monsieur's chuckle was low and husky. "That's the idea, ma chère.
Monsieur’s fingers trailed up the back of my thigh, pushing the hem of my short skirt higher until the fabric barely covered me. A shiver ran through my body as his warm palm cupped my ass, squeezing just hard enough to make me gasp.
“Tsk tsk, such a messy girl…” His voice was deep, teasing. “You haven’t even finished dusting, and already you’re getting distracted.”
With a playful smirk, I turned in his grip, pressing my chest against him. “Perhaps I need… extra motivation.” My fingers toyed with the top button of his shirt, slipping it open one by one. “Would Monsieur like a demonstration of my… skills?”
His hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. “Oh, I insist.”
The hardwood floor pressed against my knees as I sank down, fingers working the zipper of his trousers. His cock was already hard, straining against the fabric. I licked my lips, eyes flickering up to meet his hungry gaze.
“You’re a very demanding employer,” I murmured, running my tongue along my lower lip. “But I take great pride in my work.”
Before he could reply, my mouth closed around him, taking him deep in one slow, slick glide. A deep groan escaped him as I swirled my tongue, teasing the tip before sinking down again. My hands rested on his thighs, fingers digging in slightly as I worked him with my lips and tongue.
His grip tightened in my hair. “Is this how you clean every room?"
Looking up through my lashes, I pulled off just enough to whisper, “Only for those who appreciate my special services.”
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"Bonjour, Monsieur," I whispered, my voice husky with intention. "I'm here to clean your apartment, but I think I'll need some... guidance."
Monsieur's eyes narrowed, his pupils dilating as he took a step closer. "Guidance, ma chère? I think I can provide that."
I smiled, my lips parting slightly to reveal a hint of my tongue. "Oui, Monsieur. I want to make sure I'm doing everything to your liking."
With a sly smile, Monsieur reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Let's start with the dusting, shall we?"
As I began to dust the shelves, Monsieur's hands wandered, caressing my hips, my thighs, and finally, my ass. I moaned softly, my body responding to his touch like a well-oiled machine.
"Mon dieu, Monsieur," I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. "You're making it so hard for me to focus."
Monsieur's chuckle was low and husky. "That's the idea, ma chère.
Monsieur’s fingers trailed up the back of my thigh, pushing the hem of my short skirt higher until the fabric barely covered me. A shiver ran through my body as his warm palm cupped my ass, squeezing just hard enough to make me gasp.
“Tsk tsk, such a messy girl…” His voice was deep, teasing. “You haven’t even finished dusting, and already you’re getting distracted.”
With a playful smirk, I turned in his grip, pressing my chest against him. “Perhaps I need… extra motivation.” My fingers toyed with the top button of his shirt, slipping it open one by one. “Would Monsieur like a demonstration of my… skills?”
His hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. “Oh, I insist.”
The hardwood floor pressed against my knees as I sank down, fingers working the zipper of his trousers. His cock was already hard, straining against the fabric. I licked my lips, eyes flickering up to meet his hungry gaze.
“You’re a very demanding employer,” I murmured, running my tongue along my lower lip. “But I take great pride in my work.”
Before he could reply, my mouth closed around him, taking him deep in one slow, slick glide. A deep groan escaped him as I swirled my tongue, teasing the tip before sinking down again. My hands rested on his thighs, fingers digging in slightly as I worked him with my lips and tongue.
His grip tightened in my hair. “Is this how you clean every room?"
Looking up through my lashes, I pulled off just enough to whisper, “Only for those who appreciate my special services.”
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