I leaned forward, still catching my breath from the wild ride, my hands cupping Clara’s flushed cheeks. Her skin was warm, her eyes wide and nervous but sparkling with sothing else—excitent, maybe, or just the rush of being caught up in this mont. "Now that you’ve tasted both of us," I said, my voice low and teasing, "what do you want to do next?"
Elizabeth slid off the bed and moved behind Clara, her naked body moving with that confident, predatory grace. "Ezra, why are you even asking her?" she said, her tone playful but edged with that commanding heat. She rested her hands on Clara’s shoulders, her fingers brushing the straps of her maid outfit. "She’s here to have fun with us, right, Clara?"
Clara’s breath hitched, her lips parting as Elizabeth’s hands slid down, tracing the curve of her thighs through the black stockings. Elizabeth’s fingers moved higher, slow and deliberate, until they reached Clara’s chest. She grabbed her boobs firmly, squeezing through the thin fabric of her blouse, making Clara’s breath catch in her throat.
"Ahh... Miss..." Clara moaned, her body jerking back against Elizabeth, her hands clutching at the edge of the bed for balance. Her mini skirt rode up slightly, revealing the lacy tops of her stockings.
Elizabeth leaned in close, her lips brushing Clara’s ear. "Isn’t that why you ca in here, huh?" she asked, her voice sultry, dripping with challenge. Her fingers deftly popped open the buttons of Clara’s blouse, one by one, until the fabric parted to reveal a black bra, her cleavage spilling out. "You weren’t just peeking for nothing, were you?"
Clara’s face burned red, her eyes darting to the floor. "B-but... I have work..." she stamred, her voice shaky, caught between embarrassnt and the heat pooling in her belly. Her hands fidgeted, like she wasn’t sure whether to push Elizabeth away or lean into her touch.
Elizabeth laughed softly, her lips brushing the side of Clara’s neck, leaving a trail of soft smooches. "And you work for , sweetheart," she said, her voice low and possessive. Her hands slid lower, slipping under Clara’s skirt, fingers brushing the edge of her panties. "That ans you do what I say."
Clara’s breath hitched again, her body trembling. "Yes... I work for you, Miss," she said, her words stumbling out between nervous acceptance and a weak attempt to resist. Her eyes fluttered shut as Elizabeth’s lips pressed harder against her neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin.
Elizabeth’s hands moved with purpose now, tugging Clara’s thighs apart. "Co on, spread your legs, girl," she said, her tone firm but teasing.
She slipped her fingers into Clara’s panties, finding her already wet, and started moving them in slow, deliberate circles.
"Ahh... Miss..." Clara moaned, her head falling back against Elizabeth’s shoulder. Her hands gripped the sheets tighter, her knuckles turning white as her body arched into the touch.
Elizabeth smirked, pulling her hand back and holding up her fingers, glistening with Clara’s wetness. "Oh my, look at this," she said, her voice dripping with amusent. She waved her hand in front of Clara’s face, letting the light catch the slick shine. "You’re soaked already."
Clara’s eyes widened, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. "T-that’s..." she started, but the words died in her throat. She bit her lip, looking at Elizabeth’s wet fingers, then away, like she was too embarrassed to admit how much she was into this.
Elizabeth reached down, her hands gripping Clara’s thighs, and spread them wide, pulling the maid’s mini skirt up to reveal her black panties, already damp at the center. "Ezra, here’s your treat," she said, her voice sultry and teasing, her eyes flicking between and Clara. "Go ahead and satisfy her, will you?"
I grinned, scooting closer on the bed, my own body still bare, the sheets crumpled around us. "Sure thing," I said, my voice low with anticipation.
I reached for Clara’s skirt and panties, hooking my fingers under the waistbands and tugging them down in one smooth motion. The fabric slid over her black stockings, pooling at her ankles, leaving her exposed except for those thigh-highs clinging to her legs.
"Ohh my..." I said, smirking as I took in the view. Clara’s pussy was pink, wet, and glistening in the dim lamplight, frad perfectly by her pale thighs and the dark lace of her stockings. "Look at that beautiful sight."
Clara let out a soft "Ahh..." and her hands flew up to cover her face, her cheeks burning red with embarrassnt. Her fingers trembled, trying to shield herself from the intensity of the mont.
Elizabeth wasn’t having it. She leaned forward, gently but firmly pulling Clara’s hands away from her face.
"Don’t hide, baby," she said, her voice soft but commanding. "This feeling—this heat—it’s sothing won should always embrace." She cupped Clara’s face, tilting it toward her, and pressed her lips to Clara’s in a slow, deliberate kiss.
Clara’s eyes widened in shock, her breath catching, but then her lids fluttered shut, her body lting into the kiss.
Elizabeth’s lips moved against hers, soft at first, then deeper, her tongue slipping out to twist with Clara’s in a slow, sensual dance. The wet sound of their smooching filled the room, their mouths locked together, Elizabeth’s hands sliding into Clara’s hair to pull her closer. Clara’s blush deepened, but she leaned into it, her body trembling with a mix of nerves and excitent.
I watched for a mont, my dick twitching at the sight of them—Elizabeth’s confident, commanding kisses and Clara’s shy, eager response.
"Well, damn," I said, chuckling under my breath. "Guess I’ll enjoy this." I shifted down the bed, settling between Clara’s spread legs.
Her pussy was right there, pink and slick, practically begging for attention. I leaned in, brushing my lips against her folds in a soft, teasing kiss as her juices starts coating my lips. I munched on the folds tasting the salty sweet pussy of Clara.
Clara gasped into Elizabeth’s mouth, her hips jerking slightly at the contact. "Ahhhmm..." she moaned, the sound muffled by the kiss, her thighs trembling under my hands.
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