"My Lord, please stop," a maid begged as she got rammed from behind. Her hands clutched the ends of the bedframe as she was shoved back and forth.
"I'm almost there, moan louder!" Elder Maison commanded the maid as his shaft filled her cave, thrusting with relentless fever. He could feel her walls squeezing him and urging his babymaker to spray them white.
"Hngh-Hngh-Hngh-Hngh."
PAH-PAH-PAH.
Aah-Aah-Aah-Aah.
The maid's moans filled the Elder's chamber, he would occasionally smack her fat mounds of ass, while his other hand held the hem of her dress in position.
With every slap that rained down on the maid's ass, a hand print would be imprinted, sending waves of pleasure coursing through like phantom electricity
