"Umch... muahh..." Elizabeth cupped my cheeks, her lips devouring mine, kissing like she was eating whole, her tongue teasing mine with fierce intensity. I focused on walking, my hands gripping her ass to keep her steady, her weight warm and secure in my arms as we moved toward her room down the mansion’s polished hallway, the hardwood floor cool under my bare feet.
She pulled back slightly, her lips glistening, her eyes glinting with mischief as she giggled. "So, where you taking , Ezra?" she asked, her voice teasing, her fingers brushing my jaw as she leaned closer, her boobs brushing my chest, her pussy pressing against my hardening cock.
I chuckled, my breath shaky, my heart racing as I t her gaze. "Your heaven, maybe?" I said, my voice playful, a grin spreading across my lips as I tightened my grip on her, the hallway’s dim chandelier light casting shadows across her naked skin.
*Slap.* Her hand swatted my chest, the sound sharp but playful, her laugh bright and infectious. "What even do you say?" she said, shaking her head, her dark hair bouncing as she leaned in to kiss again, her lips crashing against mine, her tongue teasing as we moved.
"Hehe..." I laughed into the kiss, my lips brushing hers, my hands squeezing her ass as I carried her, the fire between us flaring with every step.
*Thud.* My shoulder bumped into soone, and I stumbled slightly, tightening my grip on Elizabeth to keep her safe in my arms.
Clara, the young maid from earlier, stood there, her blonde hair tied back in a neat ponytail, her black mini skirt and white blouse crisp, an apron clutched in her hands. Her eyes widened, her face flushing a deep red as she took in our nakedness—Elizabeth’s curves pressed against , my cock rock hard and unapologetic.
"Ouch! Sorry, I’m really sorry..." Clara stamred, bowing quickly, her voice cracking with embarrassnt as she clutched her apron tighter, her eyes darting to the floor.
I forced a smile, my cheeks flushing, my heart racing as I tried to ease the awkwardness. "Ahh, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it," I said, my voice genuine, a small laugh escaping as I adjusted my hold on Elizabeth, her warmth grounding despite the maid’s flustered stare.
Clara’s eyes fluttered, her blush deepening, her hands fidgeting with her apron as she struggled to look anywhere but at us.
Elizabeth, unfazed, leaned closer, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns across my chest, her smirk wide and teasing.
"Watch where you’re going, Clara," she said, her voice serious but laced with mischief, her eyes locking onto the maid. "Or did you do that on purpose?" Her smirk grew, her fingers brushing my nipple, her pussy pressing harder against my cock as she teased Clara, her tone daring the maid to respond.
Clara gulped hard, her face now a bright shade of red, her eyes wide as she fumbled for words. "N-no... I an..." she stamred, her voice cracking, her hands clutching her apron like a lifeline as she took a shaky step back, clearly overwheld by the sight of us—naked, unapologetic, and tangled in each other.
I chuckled, my heart racing, the awkwardness of the mont mixing with the heat of Elizabeth’s body in my arms. "She’s just doing her job, Elizabeth," I said, my voice light, trying to defuse the tension as I glanced at Clara, offering a reassuring nod. "No harm done, right?"
Clara nodded quickly, her eyes still fixed on the floor, her voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes, sorry again..." she mumbled
"No, it was my fault," I said softly, pulling back from Elizabeth’s lips, my voice gentle as I glanced at Clara. "I turned too fast around the corner," I added, correcting myself, my cheeks flushing as I tried to ease the awkwardness of our earlier collision, my nakedness feels weird under her wide-eyed gaze.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, her smirk sharp as she glared at Clara, who stood frozen, her face red, her fingers fumbling with the edge of her mini skirt apron, her eyes fixed on the floor.
"Oh, is that so?" Elizabeth said, her voice more a statent than a question, her tone teasing but edged with authority, her naked body still pressed against , her arms wrapped around my neck.
Clara nodded quickly, her blush deepening, her voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes, I’m so sorry, sir, ma’am," she stamred, her hands twisting the apron, her eyes darting nervously between the floor and us, clearly overwheld by our nakedness, my cock unapologetically hard in front of her.
I smiled, my heart racing as I leaned in, kissing Elizabeth softly, my lips brushing hers, trying to move past the mont.
"Yeah, let it be," I said, my voice light, my hands tightening on her ass to keep her steady. "We should go now."
Elizabeth snuggled closer, her cheek pressing against my chest, her boobs brushing my skin as she smirked. "You’re right," she said, her voice sultry, her breath warm against . "We definitely don’t want our heat to cool down like that." Her fingers traced my shoulder, her pussy shifting slightly against my cock, sending a jolt through .
"Hehe, let’s go then," I said, chuckling, my heart pounding as I started walking again, carrying her up the stairs toward her room, her naked body warm and secure in my arms.
Behind us, Clara stood frozen, her eyes lifting slowly to watch my naked back as we walked away, her breath shaky. "Sighhh..." she exhaled deeply, a mix of relief and sothing else, her hands unclenching from her apron as she leaned against the wall, her face still flushed.
Clara looked down, her fingers fidgeting nervously. Then, almost instinctively, her hand slipped beneath her mini skirt, under her panties, rubbing her pussy, her breath hitching. She pulled her fingers out, seeing them glistening wet, and exhaled again, her eyes wide with heat, her body trembling slightly.
"You should control yourself before you get kicked out," a voice said, sharp and teasing, from the shadows.
Another maid, Lily, leaned against the wall nearby, her arms folded, her dark hair pulled back, her uniform crisp but her expression amused, her eyes glinting as she watched Clara.
"Eeeee!!" Clara squeaked, jumping slightly, her face burning red with embarrassnt as she spun to face Lily, her wet fingers frozen in place, her apron clutched tightly again.
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