The maid sat gracefully on the bed, her blouse sliding off her shoulders. With a delicate touch, she unhooked her bra, allowing her chest to fall free, each curve catching the morning light with a radiant softness. Her ample breasts bounced lightly, finally unrestrained, as if eager to be felt. She gave Arthur an inviting smile, patting her lap with a playful gleam in her eyes.
Arthur, unable to resist her allure, moved forward, settling his head into her warm lap. He felt the softness of her bare thighs under him, their gentle heat filling him with a surprising comfort. The maid's figure loomed over him, each movement subtle yet inviting, her face half-shaded by the plump milkers above him, framing his view in a way that left him spellbound. The gentle rise and fall of her breathing were mesmerizing, and he could feel his own breaths syncing with hers.
