The doorbell chimed softly. I opened it to find her standing there—a thicc Asian beauty with a sleek black bob that framed her delicate face, a frilly white headband perched perfectly on top. The classic black-and-white maid dress hugged her thicc body, the short skirt barely covering the tops of her thighs. Exactly the same as what I asked the agency before. Beneath it, I could already imagine what waited.
“Master~” she purred, bowing low enough that her small cleavage—pushed up by the delicate black-and-white lace bra—teased me. “Your rented maid is here to serve you all night.”
I pulled her inside, heart already pounding. She moved with graceful, teasing steps, hips swaying under the rustle of skirt. When she bent over to “adjust” her stockings, the hem of her skirt lifted just enough to reveal the thin black thong disappearing between her smooth cheeks, the tiny bulge of her little cock nestled snugly in the front.
“Would Master like some milk?” she whispered, eyes sparkling with mischief.
She picked up the chilled bottle from the tray I’d prepared, then slowly straddled my lap on the couch. With deliberate slowness, she tilted the bottle over her lace-covered chest. Cold white milk poured in a thick stream, soaking the thin fabric of her bra until it turned sheer, her small brown nipples hardening instantly against the wet lace. Rivulets ran down her slightly soft rounded belly, dripping onto the black thong and making the fabric cling to her little cock, outlining its cute, stiff shape.
She moaned softly, grinding against my growing bulge. “It’s so cold, Master… but I’m getting so warm for you.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I yanked the soaked thong aside, freeing her small, throbbing cock and exposing her tight little hole. She gasped as I lifted her, positioning her over my thick, hard length. With one smooth thrust I buried myself deep inside her, making her cry out in pleasure—half moan, half whimper.
“F-fuck me, Master…” she begged, riding me desperately while milk still dripped down her body. Her bobbed hair bounced with every bounce, lace bra soaked and slipping, tiny cock rubbing slickly against my abs as I pounded her harder.
She came first—shaking, spilling thin ropes of cum over my stomach with a broken moan—then I followed, filling her deep while she clung to me, whispering “Thank you for using your maid… Master~”
The night was just beginning.
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