Filipino maids don't earn money for nothing!

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Like many couples in Hong Kong, we hired a Filipino maid to help with household chores. Her name is Myla, she just turned 21, about 5 feet 1 inch tall, with a round face, big eyes, and a pure, innocent look—the kind of girl who's very endearing. My wife and I are both very busy, and we don't have children yet, so Myla's main job is washing and ironing clothes, making the beds, etc., and it's a relatively easy job.

She's been working for us for a while now, and because she's hardworking, my wife and I treat her very well. At the end of February, my wife had to go to the United States for a month for work, which was the first time we'd been away from each other for so long since we got married. She told Myla to take good care of me.

One day I came home early from work and saw that Myla had prepared a steak dinner for me. Of course, steak is best with wine. I opened a bottle of Penfold Bib 28 and drank it all by myself. Eating alone is too boring, so I invited her to join me. She was initially reluctant, but under my insistence, and because she was also a little hungry, she finally agreed. She seemed a little reserved at first, but gradually relaxed and the conversation flowed freely.

Myla seemed to have been interested in me, the boss, for a while, but because we were domestic helpers, she didn't dare ask. Talking about her background, she said she had a five-year-old son and had divorced her husband two years ago because she couldn't tolerate his other woman. She then came to Hong Kong alone to work as a domestic helper to support her family. I asked her why she didn't find another man.

She shook her head and said she no longer liked Filipino men or Westerners, but instead had a fondness for Hong Kong men, finding them loving and devoted to their families. She even said I was a good man… I asked if she was looking for a man like me.

She blushed and lowered her head without responding… I don't know why I was telling her all this; I just wanted to kill time and have someone to chat with, but we gradually became more and more compatible… She wasn't a big drinker and soon became tipsy. I told her she didn't need to deal with the things on the table right away and to rest in the sofa in the living room for a while. I went to the bathroom to get a hot towel. As I came out, I was standing at an angle that allowed me to see her breasts right through the neckline of her t-shirt! It turns out Myla is a 35C… Her bra created a deep cleavage, even revealing her pink areolas!

To be honest, I've seen plenty of women, but the sight before me still made my blood boil.

I rested Myla's head on my shoulder and wiped her face. Soon, she opened her eyes, saw me, looked surprised and a little embarrassed, but didn't try to push me away. Because her head was on my shoulder, her warm breath brushed against my neck, fueling my desire. But then I remembered that having a relationship with a Filipino maid was a major taboo; if not handled properly, it could easily lead to legal trouble and ruin my reputation.

Unfortunately, it was only for a moment. Seeing the adorable Myla before me, and with her 35C breasts filling my mind, my concerns couldn't overcome my lust, and I pulled her into my arms. I lifted Myla's face, watching her shyly close her eyes, and then pressed my lips to hers, kissing her gently. She didn't resist, holding me tightly in return. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths. After a passionate embrace and kiss, we both lost our senses.

I led Myla into the room, undressed her, revealing her 35C breasts.

Myla cupped her ample breasts in her hands and asked,

"Sirdo you like my ballbaii?"

I didn't answer, because my head was already buried in her breasts, greedily sucking on them. My hands played with her full, firm breasts even more vigorously. Myla moaned softly, letting me treat her breasts roughly, and her cries of "oh yeah...oh yeah..." excited me even more. I slowly moved to Myla's genitals, licking every corner of her clitoris.

"Sir...deep...deep...more...more...oh...oh..." Myla was completely melted into sensual satisfaction, reaching orgasm in no time. Myla's genitals exuded a special scent, and I didn't miss the deliciousness of her secretions, sucking on her vaginal opening and swallowing them all... I enjoyed the dignity of being a man in her reactions. I straightened my penis, aimed it at her opening, and with a "whoosh," it went in. Caught off guard by the insertion of my thick penis, her body convulsed violently, and with each thrust, her cries rose in waves.

We changed positions midway, woman on top, and as she sat down on my penis, she suddenly cried out "ah!" Then she began to shake and grind, her large breasts bouncing up and down with a slapping sound.

After a while, she was panting heavily, her eyes rolled back, and she cried out loudly.

After several unsatisfying cries of climax, she slipped her tongue into my ear and whispered, "

Sir... I'm so happy today... I love you." It had been so long since anyone had expressed their love to her, and hearing it made me incredibly excited. I immediately took the initiative, turning her onto her back, then pressing myself against her, increasing the speed of my thrusts. My hands vigorously played with her large breasts, my tongue pressing against hers in a wet kiss, each thrust a powerful, all-out assault. We both reached our peak simultaneously, finally unable to hold back any longer. A violent spasm, a wild cry, and I ejaculated all my semen into her, bringing this passionate encounter to a close.

As I panted, she continued to kiss my face with her small lips, her hands firmly holding my buttocks, not wanting me to withdraw from her vagina… After we rested in each other's arms for a while, she shyly told me, with a satisfied expression, that she had liked me for a long time, but unfortunately had never had the chance to confess. She was overjoyed to finally have my body and my love today. I kissed her tenderly, telling her I wouldn't let her down.

After that, until my wife returned, I slept with Myla every night, making love every night. She also promised to fulfill these "duties" of a wife for me when my wife wasn't around. Although I felt somewhat guilty towards my wife, seeing Myla's alluring appearance, I could only continue to be guilty towards her!

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