The Bitter Widow Part 2

Kathia isn’t the sort to take it lying down. When she learns her late husband has left every last cent to his pretty little maid, the anger hits fast and hot. She calls for the driver, slides into the back seat, and tells him exactly where to go. By the time they reach the girl’s door, Kathia’s heels are clicking with purpose. The maid opens it and the look in Kathia’s eyes leaves no room for questions. The driver steps in behind her, closing the door with one hand while the other already moves to the girl’s wrists. In moments the blonde is on her knees between them, dress open, lips parted as she takes the driver’s cock deep into her mouth. Kathia watches, fingers tight in the girl’s hair, guiding her down until she gags, then holding her there. The brunette pulls her dress higher, exposing smooth thighs and the black lace beneath, then steps out of it, leaving only stockings and heels. She bends the maid forward, straps her wrists to the chair, and stands back to admire the view. The driver keeps feeding the girl his length, steady and controlled, while Kathia trails a crop across the arch of her back and down between her legs, testing just how wet she already is. Each time the maid tries to pull away, Kathia presses the crop harder, a silent command to stay and take it. The room fills with wet sounds and quiet gasps. Kathia moves in closer, slides two fingers into the maid’s mouth alongside the driver’s cock, stretching her lips wide, then leans down to kiss the corner of her mouth, tasting both of them at once. When she straightens again, the crop flicks across the girl’s ass, a sharp promise of what’s still to come.