French maid

She moves through the room in that tiny black-and-white maid outfit, blonde hair pinned back, the skirt barely covering anything. The brunette watches from the couch, legs spread, fingers already stroking her pussy through thin lace. The maid dusts the shelves, then turns with a smile that says she knows exactly what they want. She slides the feather duster aside and starts on the striptease, peeling the uniform off piece by piece. Stockings, garter, bra, panties—all dropped in a neat pile at her feet. The brunette fingers herself faster now, eyes locked on that bare skin, watching the blonde play with her own nipples while she bends over the table she just polished. Both girls naked, touching, putting on a show for the man sitting in the corner who hasn't said a word since they started.