The Lackey and the Maid

Victor has had enough. The chores, the orders, the constant scraping—he's ready to walk. Only the maid, Amirah, keeps him there. Young, brunette, she finds him whenever the house is quiet. She drops to her knees in the pantry, takes him in her mouth, and sucks until the tension melts from his shoulders. Later, in the narrow servant’s passage, she turns, lifts her skirt, and guides him into her ass. He grips her hips, thrusts hard, the smack of skin loud in the dim light. She pushes back, takes every inch, and when he finally pulls out she kneels again so he can finish across her face. For a few stolen minutes, nothing else exists.