I love games – role-playing

"Qiu, are you done?"

Only a small yellow lamp illuminated the dimly lit room. I lowered my head, my beautifully curved back straight to make it
easier for the person behind me to move.

"Just one more time," a gentle voice replied.

Long, gloved fingers tied the small ribbon around my waist, then knotted it into a pretty bow.

"All done."

I reached up and curled my long, curly hair, while adjusting my knee-length princess dress.

"Rose?"

I exclaimed, looking up.

"All done. It suits you perfectly." Qiu, standing before me, smiled approvingly.

I looked down at my maid's uniform. My slender hands brushed against the soft, dark bronze-brown satin skirt,

the fitted cut that followed my waistline, the pink ruffled fabric at the chest, and the snow-white fabric at the shoulders and princess sleeves

—my favorite patchwork style.

My head drooped a little lower, my hair swaying in the air.

Qiu reached out to adjust my clothes, but I pushed her away.

"Alright! Get into character! It's about to start, so get ready, Master Butler."

He was pushed out the door, which slammed shut behind him without a second thought.

Role-playing—Butler and Maid

She was the newly hired maid of this mansion.

In the most remote room on the west side of the mansion, not a single lamp was lit, only the bright, clear moonlight
shone quietly in.

Small, white feet appeared and disappeared.

One moment they rose, emerging from the darkness, their white toes and beautifully manicured nails visible in the moonlight
; the next they retreated, returning to the darkness, accompanied by faint sounds that could be heard in the space.

"Hmm…uh…"

Her neat maid uniform was lifted and gathered above her knees, and she nestled against the table against the wall, panting with
the movements of her hands.

Her small hands attacked her private parts in the darkness, pressing a pair of gloves against the damp secret garden beneath her panties.

The butler here was so young; she was quite startled when she saw him.

"Ugh... Ugh..." Her fingers rubbed themselves impatiently, fueled by the image of the butler in her mind, a thin
dampness gradually spreading.

That afternoon, she had secretly glimpsed the butler and the young lady of the manor... no, the mistress.

She had seen them doing those shameful things in the young lady's pink, soft, bright, and spacious bedroom.

The door wasn't closed tightly, giving her a chance to peek through the small crack.

"Ah..." Her small hands pressed the gloves, stained with his scent, against her private parts, covering and rubbing them repeatedly,
imitating what the man did to the young lady.

So hasty? Were they in such a hurry to be intimate—didn't they even have time to close the door properly?

Her heart ached.

The more she grieved, the faster and harder her hands moved, yet she felt increasingly empty, increasingly
unsatisfied.

Butler, butler...

Her golden-brown hair wasn't long enough; the large curls only reached her chest.

Her little head kept replaying the image of the butler thrusting into his mistress, whose hair was a soft, wavy style reaching her waist, and
tenderly kissing her dark hair.

Her brows furrowed, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip in frustration.

Slender fingers pressed and gently probed her opening; the sticky, soft fabric left her unsatisfied, craving more intense
contact.

"Mmm, mmm..." No one knew the feelings she felt while caressing herself; she secretly hid here,
stealing his gloves, imagining embracing him.

If only her hair were longer, longer, he would definitely...

*click*.

The door opened, letting in a soft light.

A pair of gleaming leather shoes stepped in.

The newcomer elegantly carried a candle, his calm and composed face giving a warm feeling in the orange light.

Long, slender fingers, encased in clean white porcelain gloves, raised to light a small candle near the door.

The newcomer entered, locked the door behind him, and looked
down at the girl, who froze the moment the door opened, with a cold gaze.

"Oh dear, there's an untamed little kitten here!" The butler, on his rounds, was surprised to find his gloves
pressed intimately against her panties by her fingers between her spread legs.

"Ah...ah..." Her timid mouth could only utter a few syllables; she couldn't imagine her fate,
her face turning deathly pale.

"Heh heh, have you seen a demon, little kitten?" The man held the candle to her face, bending down to
look directly into her eyes.

The curve of his lips was perfect, but his eyes held no smile.

She closed her eyes tightly, turning her head away, unable to meet his gaze.

The man in his butler's uniform straightened up, gentlemanly blowing out the candle's flame so that the lady's body
wouldn't be so completely exposed in the bright candlelight.

She lowered her head, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Come."

He took her hand, which was resting on the table, and
clutched her wet glove tightly in her other hand. She followed him to the central table and sat down.

The butler frowned, placing the candle he was holding on the other side of the wooden cabinet. Unburdened by the darkness, he walked to the two large
cabinets side by side, opened a long drawer, took off his gloves, and put on a new pair.

His fingers moved up and down in the drawer, his expression growing increasingly cold as he closed it.

Cold sweat trickled down her face as she heard his approaching voice, then he stopped in front of her.

He placed his hands on either side of her and leaned closer.

"You're new here, aren't you familiar with the rules of the manor? Otherwise, why would you come to
a place I told you not to enter?" His icy tone slammed into her lips.

"As expected, you can't do without training."

*Sigh*.

The words "can't do without training" echoed loudly in her mind.

She had been rejected.

She gasped, feeling both wronged and angry.

"Crying?" He looked up from below and saw her face streaked with tears.

The sudden movement of him sending a gust of cool air across her face, lifting a strand of hair from her ear.

"If you were properly trained, you wouldn't behave like this. Just how far are you from passing?

Let me check." He walked around the table behind her and used a cool, soft
whip to bind her hands behind her back.

It didn't hurt her, but it was still secure.

The butler returned to her and lifted her chin. "If you work here, you have to follow the rules."

His large hand covered her breasts and kneaded them.

Her full breasts deformed in his hands, subjecting him to his movements.

Just like that, her lower body became wet.

Being in his hands was something she could only fantasize about not long ago.

"Don't worry, I'm fair in my rewards and punishments. Doing things right gets you candy; doing things wrong gets you punished." His cold
tone was devoid of emotion, as if he were talking to a dog.

His hands deftly unbuttoned all the buttons above her chest and slipped inside. His palms grasped her full,
proud breasts without gaping, his thumb wickedly flicking her nipples.

"Mmm…!" She bit her lip, trying to suppress the sound.

His large hand moved up her back, then around to her hips, caressing them before running down her thighs and lifting her legs. He
then slipped his hand under her skirt, his middle finger precisely probing her entrance.

"Wearing panties instead of a bra is correct, you can be rewarded."

So what reward did the little kitten want? Without a word, while one hand was still kneading her private parts, he opened
his mouth and, through the wrinkled, thin fabric, took her nipple into his mouth.

Playing with her through the fabric, she sensitively felt his tongue tracing her shape; she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and
trembled slightly .

His tongue slid to her cleavage, then nimbly slid upwards, taking the necklace pendant beneath her clothes into his mouth.

"You can't do 'this' kind of lewd thing here." The cold voice continued, his fingers sharply
"hinting" at what the words he emphasized meant.

Her private parts were roughly and carelessly scrubbed, and she shuddered and shrank back.

"If you make a mistake, you need to be disciplined."

Before the words were finished, his gloved hand swept across her, calmly laying her flat on the long table.

He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, using the tip of another long whip to pull her panties down to her knees.

Her private parts were completely exposed before him. Looking at his unmoving gaze, she felt like a piece of trash
, her legs about to clench shut.

He frowned in displeasure, using his fingers to stop her knees from closing.

"Did I tell you to move? You really don't know the rules." His

angry voice sounded like a death sentence, his fingers gripping the tip of the whip and shoving it directly into her vagina.

The sounds of wetness were clearly audible under his brute force; her vagina writhed violently, desperately trying to accept and suck him in.

But the body's owner wasn't so comfortable, writhing in pain on the long table.

"Remember, this pain is as piercing and unpleasant as the pain you, who don't know the rules, inflict on your master."
His hand, anything but gentle, deepened its penetration before abruptly withdrawing.

"Ugh..." she sobbed, her body clearly feeling the vast difference in treatment between her and her mistress.

Her vagina was being ravaged, her heart tormented; she felt as if she were in hell, about to be utterly destroyed.

The man put away his whip, lifted her horizontally, and carried her past the two large cabinets side by side to the table by the long window.

"Remember what I said: even if you need to come in here, you can't open those two long drawers. Is that right?"

Settled on the long table, she nodded almost imperceptibly.

"This in your hand." He pulled out the gloves and shook them. "You found it in there, didn't you?"

Her head hung low like a broken doll, quiet as if she were part of the room's furnishings.

"You wouldn't have gotten my gloves if you hadn't opened the drawer. Look what you've done!"
Unlike his usual cold and indifferent tone, the glove was slapped across her face with a "smack!"

"To do these filthy and disgusting things, you didn't even sleep during your break time, just barged in and opened the drawer."

His hand pressed against the glove, like wiping away filth with a rag, vigorously rubbing her face.

"Hmm? What else did you see? That was a prop I specially prepared to make her laugh. How could someone as lowly
and filthy defile it? You only deserve to be disciplined by those training tools! You filthy wildcat."

Enraged by the thought, his grip tightened, and with a final flick, the glove landed next to her
face.

The glove slumped onto the table with a "smack!", limp, just like her mood.

"This is where the kitchen utensils are stored. How much do you know about the uses of kitchen utensils? Besides preparing
meals, they can also be used to discipline disobedient maids."

He elegantly opened the glass cabinet of the large cabinet, took out a steel bowl used for mixing, and smoothly placed the tool into the bowl with one hand 　　.
He 　　placed the round bowl on the table, pried open her mouth with his hand, and stuffed in the gloves she had been playing with. 　　"Let's see what can satisfy you and make you obedient." He propped himself up on the table with one hand and casually pulled out a tool with the other. "Oh, a rolling pin." 　　She stared wide-eyed in horror at the thick rolling pin in his hand. 　　"It's so big, I wonder if it can satisfy your greedy little mouth down there?" He swung the heavy, thick rolling pin, gesturing with the round end he held towards her opening. 　　Her eyes were filled with tears, and she shook her head desperately. 　　No, don't do this to me! 　　A silent moan rose in her throat as the round end was inserted and played with inside her, the pain unbearable. 　　After playing with her private parts until they were splattered with fluid using the rounded end, he pulled it out with a bored look, not forcing the rolling pin back in. 　　"Ah, this is pretty good!" 　　He swung the whisk in his hand, the steel wire shimmering with an ambiguous light in the moonlight. 　　He forcefully poked the rounded end of the whisk into her private parts, and she trembled with fear, like a leaf clinging to a tree in a storm. 　　"Ah..." he sighed, "I can't get it in."

Forced like this by him, her heart pounded wildly, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

He shamelessly used the streamlined side of the steel wire to manipulate her labia, the cold wire quickly becoming soaked with her
bodily fluids before he discarded it.

"This one's not bad either." He picked up a long pair of tongs, demonstrating how to clamp onto a round basin and lift it. "Like this,
for moving it after heating." He put the basin down, opening and closing the tongs as they moved over her body, searching for a place to work.

"Here?" He clamped the tongs onto her large breasts, sliding them upwards, gently pinching her nipples. Feeling exhausted
, he moved to her wide-open genitals, pinching and manipulating them.

Seeing her labia deformed by the pinching, her pouting lips, wet and pitiful.

"Ah, this one's done." He threw the tongs back into the basin and pulled out a pair of long chopsticks.

No! No! She shook her head violently, terrified he would poke her.

How terrifying! This situation, which could spiral out of control and become bloody and cruel at any moment, made her
collapse .

He stared straight at her face, holding one end of a long chopstick, and probed into her tightness.

Only the tip went in, and her whole body tensed up like a string about to snap.

His expressionless face increased the stirring of his hand, making her honey hole twist under the irregular play.

Then he put down the chopstick and picked up something from the basin.

"How can we play with this?"

A small pot with a long spout.

"Ah, I've got it. You're so shameless, you must really want it filled with liquid, right? I'll fill it with honey for you
." He said, walking away to get the honey.

She closed her eyes tightly and cried, not wanting to look at him anymore.

In this wretched state, she was worthless in his eyes.

Hearing his footsteps as he returned with the pot full of honey, her stomach churned with tension, and
she could already foresee the uncomfortable, sticky feeling in her private parts and anus.

The icy liquid was poured over her private parts, making the forest garden glisten with moonlight.

"Hmm... what should we use next?" He rummaged through the containers. "A large soup ladle? A wine
opener ? A bread knife? Ah, do you know what this is?"

She opened her eyes, her whole body drenched in cold sweat.

"This is the weight we added when stirring." He shook the ball in his hand. "If you put it in, you might not
be able to get it out; it might just go further in."

She miserably pulled her legs back, desperately trying to escape his hand approaching her private parts.

"Ah, this might be better." He tossed the ball back into the bowl and took out
something that didn't look like "kitchenware."

She didn't dare open her eyes at all, but was pulled back to her original position, her private parts clamped together, the small round ball
kneading her labia with his movements, causing them to betray her, overflowing with pleasurable juices.

"Ugh... ugh...!" What is this? " So comfortable...

" "How boring." He unfastened the double-row ball he was holding and pulled out another sex toy.

Like double-row rollers, the large and small balls slid back and forth in the wet garden, pressing against her sensitive clitoris,
probing a little into her honey hole, letting her honey hole feel the size, opening and closing thirstily, demanding absorption.

"Mmm..." Just as her soul was about to melt into the excitement, he got bored again, took out a pair of mandarin duck balls,
and skillfully played with her anus.

He simply pressed, probed, and slid out, replacing it with another ball.

Being played with by two different sizes aroused her anus.

He simply abandoned these tools and went straight to his gloved fingers.

The slippery gloves slid across the doorway, spreading her legs wider, and he lowered his head to her private parts, licking them gently.

"Mmm! Mmmmmm...!" No! Don't do this!

This action made her feel more uncomfortable than being played with.

Her heart was sinking deeper and deeper, but he clearly didn't like her, so how was she supposed to cope?

After licking the honey clean, sucking out only her bodily fluids, he removed the gloves from her mouth.

He put on gloves soaked in her saliva, and inserted his long fingers into her honeypot, thrusting in and out.

"Mmm…! Mmm…! Ah…!" A comfortable moan escaped her lips, and she writhed uncontrollably, yearning for
more exploration.

He placed the obstructive round basin on another table, pulled her close to him, and made her roll over onto the table to continue
his ministrations.

The thrusting of his fingers grew faster and faster, and she trembled, about to reach orgasm in his hands.

"You can't get the maid's clothes dirty," he said casually.

He was the one thrusting into her genitals; how could he say such a thing?

"Ahhh…! Ah…!" She climaxed instantly.

Needless to say, his hands were covered in her fluids, dripping onto her skirt and the table, creating a lewd
scene.

"Master likes things clean." He withdrew his fingers, took down the rough, heat-resistant gloves hanging on the wall, and
put them over the wet white gloves. The dry, rough gloves were then directly inserted into the still-erect honey hole, thrusting in and out.

"Ah! Ahh! Uh... Ah...!" It was too stimulating.

The beautiful, smooth bronze skirt was covered in patches of wet, sticky semen, adorned with an unusual, alluring beauty.

"Look at your skirt, it's all covered in the slutty fluids gushing from your cunt, so much water, shouldn't you
be punished?"

Splat, splat! The roughness of the gloves rubbed against the flesh, the tight flesh attracted by the powerful rubbing, eagerly
catching up, clinging tightly to allow it to easily grasp its sensitive spots and tease it.

"Mmm...ah...no...ah...ah...so good...ah..."

The large, teasing gloves scraped against her flesh as he withdrew, eliciting waves of stimulating orgasms; when he thrust in, they stirred
and churned, creating a torrent of lustful waves within her tight, honeyed passage.

"Ah...! Ah...! Ah ah...!" She swayed her head from side to side, her large, golden curls shimmering alluringly in the air
.

She swayed her pert buttocks to meet his fingers, pleadingly demanding more.

"Mmm...ah...! Ah ah...! So good!" Her cooperation amplified the pleasure, her sensitive spots
rubbed and teased intensely, causing her to gush with lustful fluids, her swaying, snowy buttocks appearing incredibly alluring.

"Get on top, get on top...! Ah...!" She wanted more, wanted his penetration, wanted to be
dominated by him, wanted to be filled by his thrusts, wanted his semen...

"A maid cannot disobey her master. Your performance this morning was terrible! You seem
dissatisfied with your master's orders, don't you?" He said, his face grim, his gaze stern, as he cruelly abused her, pinching her lips until they oozed
juice like juicy peaches.

The abusive gloves moved with ease, quickly invading and occupying her anus.

The thrusting motion mimicked impact, making her thirsty anus writhe and throb with pleasure, opening and closing eagerly in welcome.

"Mmm...! Ahh! Ah...! Ah...!" Words failed her;
only primal moans of pleasure escaped her lips.

Her entire body reveled in the excitement her lower body received, her tightly contracted vagina desperately clinging to the thrusting gloves—
more and more!

"Although it didn't affect her mood, it's still wrong and she should be punished." He inserted the thick whip head into
her anus and thrust it in and out.

Her thirsty anus was already filled with lustful fluids, ready to receive more forceful possession and invasion.
The hard insertion only made her more excited, her mind a mess, her mouth filled with moans and groans, wanton cries and lewdness.
She only knew how to thrust her buttocks high and sway to get more pleasure from her body.

"Snap!" The whip was pulled out, he took off his rough gloves, and inserted the white gloves into her again. "Remember,
pleasing her is a must." He reminded her with a gloomy face, roughly pulling and pinching her nipples with one hand, and mercilessly
pinching her honey hole with the other.

"Ah! Ahh!" It hurts! It feels so good!

His slender fingers rubbed her honey hole and pulled it up hard, then thrust it into her anus and thrust it in and out.

"Mmm, ahh...! Ah...! Ahh...! Mmm...! So good! Again... ah...! So
comfortable!" She swayed back and forth, lying on the table like a mare, imagining herself galloping across the plains. "Control
me! Control me! Please! Mmm—!"

A continuous stream of pleasure surged through her body, and to intensify and prolong this pleasure, her vagina and anus clenched tightly,
making him grip even tighter and stay longer with each entry...

Faced with this situation, his fingers became rough, each thrust a hard stab and pull, splashing her juices
in the air, filling the space with an obscene atmosphere.

"Splat!" His fingers finally pulled out of her anus with force, the sound of the wetness sounding particularly lewd.

His heavy, large penis slapped against her labia, his hair rubbing against the entrance of her anus.

It's coming, it's going in!

His large hand took off his glove and held her waist, the glans rubbing against her opening, and with a thrust of his hips, he entered her incredibly
tight passage and began to pump.

"Ah! Ahh!" She gasped, adjusting her body to his size.

Finally, he was on top! He possessed her! So good!

He lowered his head, gently nibbling at her neck, licking it with his tongue, then sucking on her earlobe; his large hands slid up
her abdomen, gently kneading her breasts, his hips thrusting in and out of her.

Holding her bound hands, he controlled her, his massive member gripped tightly by her body, each thrust feeling incredibly pleasurable.
The sense of conquest made his thrusts grow larger and larger, determined to overcome the many challenges her vagina presented, reaching the deepest peak of
pleasure.

"Mmm... mmm...! Ah...! Ah...!" she gasped,
her body, accustomed to his ministrations, sensitively swaying her hips and tightening her vagina, dancing with him in
the primal joy of intercourse. "Ah...!"

The long moans stimulated him, making his erection even more vigorous, violently thrusting to make
her dripping honey hole completely surrender. He wanted to ruthlessly explore and sow
his seed deep within this honey hole, which only became tighter the more it was treated roughly!

"Ugh, ugh...!" Her turbulent mind was controlled by him, and she tried her best

to remember how he was controlling her, how he possessed her, with what force he penetrated her, how his large hands caressed her

, where his lips and tongue lingered... she wanted to firmly engrave all of it into her mind...

slap, slap! tsk, tsk!

"Ah... ah..." The lewd sounds of water and the sounds of flesh slapping and colliding echoed in her ears, making her
blush and her heart race.

The man on top of her gripped her slender waist with ecstasy, marveling at the intoxicating sensation of being there. Her juices
flowed freely, her vaginal opening writhed and contracted, as if desperately clinging to his massive member, urging him to thrust harder, more violently.

The rhythm of the slowed chorus quickened again, pressing him tightly against her, penetrating deeper and deeper, his enormous member pounding through
the many barriers of her vagina, clamoring to storm in and unleash his seed.

She gasped for breath from the pounding, struggling to respond to his force, her vision blurring as he thrust into her, leaving only
her vagina clearly gripping his member, receiving the pleasure he bestowed upon her.

His heavy scrotum slapped against her buttocks with each movement, a crisp sound that
burned her ears.

She wanted it so badly, she wanted him all the way in! She whimpered, thrusting her hips back, trying to tighten her grip and draw him
deeper.

"What? You little slut, want more?"

She nodded haphazardly, her hips thrusting back eagerly, swallowing the huge, throbbing penis that was giving her such intense pleasure.

"Then I'll go in."

"Ah!" Her back arched completely, "Ah...! Ah... Ah! Ah!"

It was so long! So thick! Being penetrated from behind, she had no idea that he still had so much of his penis inside her.

He wanted to go in, even his scrotum, to squeeze in for a good time! The man's thick, masculine member roared, grabbing
her waist and pulling her down hard, "Plop!" Finally, it was completely inside her.

"Ah ah...!"

Both of them were immersed in the pleasure brought by the perfect fit, he held her, burying his face in her shoulder and taking a deep
breath .

His lower body could no longer resist, swelling and becoming excited in such a crazy pleasure. His hips began to thrust violently, and his penis
became terrifyingly thick. Even the honey hole being penetrated could feel the throbbing of the veins on it, scraping deeply and roughly against the flesh walls
, making the flesh walls writhe even more excitedly, and the sensitive spots were ignited.

"Ah...ahhh...! Ah...!" She moaned with his movements.

He straightened up, his firm buttocks still moving, his right hand thrusting into her anus, playing with it.

"Mmm...!" Feeling her itchy anus being expanded, her slender fingers teasing and playing with her nerves.

He possessed her from both ends; nothing could be better.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm!"

She lost count of how many waves of vaginal fluid gushed onto his hand, splashing onto his glans. He closed his eyes in enjoyment,
rewarding her passion even more intensely.

"Oh...! Ah...! Ugh...! Butler..."

"Little wildcat, you'll remember this, won't you? Ugh, ugh...!" He repeatedly pulled out and thrust in deeply,
her honeyed hole the most pleasurable and intoxicating place he had ever been to, responding sensitively and clinging to him no matter how he teased her. "Master
is always right. Serve her, make her happy... Ah! So tight...!" He slapped
her round buttocks crisply with his large hands, thrusting deep inside her during a moment of relaxation, causing her vagina to spasm and she reached another orgasm.
"You little slut, you're such a cat in heat. Ah...! Mmm, mmm!"

The intense sounds of water mingled with her moans and his heavy breathing. Their swaying bodies were intimately intertwined, and the
ecstasy of pleasure exploded deep within her.

"Satisfying Master's needs is a must! We can't let her have a chance to be unhappy! Ah! Ah! You little slut!"

The overflowing nectar filled the panties hanging between her thighs, spilling out with their swaying movements
, splashing onto the table, each drop a testament to their lovemaking climax.

"Ah!" He groaned comfortably, gripping her waist tightly, pressing her round buttocks against him,
burying deep inside her, trembling within her tight warmth.

He was still inside her, still enjoying himself immensely, murmuring about
his master, "Ah...ah...! You...! Shameless! Ah—!"

Hot, abundant semen sprayed deep into her core, warming her entire body and raising her temperature. Her round,

joyful buttocks swayed smugly, celebrating the feast she had finally received. The layers of her vaginal canal tightly
gripped his thick, hard member, demanding his brutal assault.

More, more!

"Ah...!" So good!

The relentless jets of hot semen filled every space in her body, her vagina secreting sweet nectar, allowing him to penetrate
more smoothly and easily, reaching that lonely, empty depths, completely satisfying her.

The intense thrusting brought out his semen-covered penis, nectar splashing as it entered her tight passage, screams
echoing as the tightness was forcefully breached.

"So good, so good...! Ah...! So wonderful...! So wonderful!"

A powerful surge of semen erupted, slapping against her as she reached her climax with her cries.

His fingers slid up her wrists, quickly untying the whip binding her.

"You can curse me however you want in private, but watch your mouth when others are around—especially
when your esteemed mistress is present. In her presence, you must be especially mindful of your words and actions, vigilantly
attending to her needs; a wildcat throwing a tantrum is the least endearing. The moment your mistress frowns, my heart follows her; she
makes me anxious and worried, guessing her displeasure." His fingers played with her wantonly, greatly widening her anus,
"I'm afraid I won't notice what's hurting her, what's making her uncomfortable." His worried tone was purely out of concern for
his wealthy mistress.

Without turning around, she knew that his face must be filled with a deep fascination for her; that
tender, expectant look she had seen countless times.

She, or anyone else, would never have the chance; only she—that master—could receive his undivided
attention and pampering.

Discomfort, a deep discomfort in her chest; even though his large penis was still inside her, her anus was being played with by his fingers
, open and letting him in and out.

"Ugh…!" She frowned, her hands gripping the air emptily on the table, one hand on her throat,
feeling nauseous.

Slippery gloves slid down her waist, covering her abdomen. The hand that had finished playing with her anus moved to her right breast, grasping it
, and with a push, lifted her up, making her sit on his lap, nestled against him.

Plop, plop…

the close proximity caused his penis to twitch slightly inside her. His large hand, caressing her abdomen, gently
stroked ; fingers slipped inside her blouse, pressing and kneading her full breasts like milking, playing with her delicate, strawberry-like nipples.

He gently licked her sensitive neck and earlobes with his tongue. "Feeling better?" he asked softly.

It was just disciplining a maid; it wouldn't cause any trouble, let alone make her sick.

He sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her close to warm her body.

Was she suddenly cold? He wondered, gently nuzzling her neck and shoulders. He pecked and licked her neck
.

Her breathing became easier immediately.

Even the tightness in her chest eased, and she moaned comfortably in his embrace.

This man was so good.

If this embrace were candy, would she betray herself, losing control of every corner of her heart?

"Ha..." he sighed, his hands holding her beginning to manipulate her body, his throbbing, throbbing penis moving up and down
. "Master is the best, such a rare and capable woman."

Ignoring the stiffness of the woman beneath him, her honeyed orifice still dutifully gripped and writhed, pleasing his penis.

Like a magic wand, he relentlessly pounded into her wantonness, soon leaving her limp in his arms. He comfortably held her soft, fragrant
body, inhaling her faint orange scent.

"You smell so good..." she murmured, offering no compliment. His large, thick hands caressed her full breasts,
cupping , stimulating a sinful pleasure.

The more clothes she wore, the greater the pleasure of reaching under her open collar to pinch her breasts; the more
he wantonly ravaged her vulva beneath her wide skirt, the more aroused he became, playing wildly.

Taunting and provoking her on the edge of morality, his fingers roamed and pressed against her private parts in the soft, smooth fabric. Through the skirt
, a wet grove trembled and wept, dripping with nectar.

*Smack!*

He parted her labia with his fingers, roughly rubbing her clitoris, sending a jolt through her like an electric shock. She gasped and cried out,
wrapping her arms around his neck, arching her back, her ample breasts trembling in the air beneath her open collar, beckoning
him to grasp them like pudding desserts.

The crimson pendant against her snow-white breasts gleamed alluringly, exposed to his hawk-like, sharp eyes.

He roughly grabbed, kneaded, and pressed her breasts, pulling them apart and
squeezing them together, sometimes up and down, sometimes like a ball, making them bounce and
sway in his hands, creating alluring arcs.

"Mmm...mmm...!" She happily immersed herself in this heavenly pleasure, moving her hips so that
her vulva tightly gripped his proud, thick penis in her nectar.

So good! It feels so good to be fucked like this! So amazing!

"Mmm... Ah...!"

The hard penis, swollen and smooth, was filled with an incomparable excitement as the hot, hard object forcefully penetrated her body.

She felt like she had become a seductive fox spirit, only able to moan and pant beneath the man, enjoying the pleasure of intercourse
.

"Ugh—!" she suddenly screamed, panting heavily.

Her legs were raised high and spread wide, her smooth skirt revealing her honeyed hole, which was being played with and stretched open by the probing fingers and the large penis. It seemed
to have figured out her erogenous zones, deliberately pulling at a certain point while the penis thrust in and out violently.
Being played with so shamelessly, even her anus was itching and aching from loneliness, opening and closing as if to be attacked and pounded as well.

She swayed her hips from side to side unbearably, moaning in response to his fingers, pressing against him, indicating the desire of her anus
.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, grabbing her wide-open legs, lifting her off the table, pressing her to the ground
, and forcefully spreading her buttocks.

He played with her anus with his fingers, tucking the fabric of her skirt inside, teasing her tender desires.

"When the Basado family fell to the bottom, she single-handedly took on this troublesome business that everyone feared

, leading everyone through the crisis with astonishing momentum..."

He dug his thumbs into her opening to widen it, his palms grasping her round buttocks, sinking between her tender flesh; his lower body was still thrusting inside her beautiful
opening , pounding until her honeyed juices splashed and overflowed, seeking the supreme pleasure within.

"Ah...ah...that small body has such great courage and energy...ah...! I love
that about her the most. Hmm! Ah! Ah...!"

He half-closed his eyes in ecstasy, his fingers sliding to her clitoris to stimulate her, effectively drawing out a torrent of honeyed juices,
gushing out of her honeyed opening with a crackling sound, flowing onto his fingers, and sliding down his finger bones, the soul-stirring honeyed liquid.

So comfortable...

his glans was soothed and invigorated by her orgasm, his swollen penis finding a wonderful toy to embrace him in the passage
, happily teasing and manipulating her, making her crave and cater to him.

"Ugh...mmm! Mmm...! Ah...!" She bit her lower lip, enduring the intense pleasure of his forceful penetration,
expressing her dissatisfaction through moans. "I like her...ahhh...! Ah...! Oh!
Mmm ...! Just...ah...! Ahhh! Go find her...uhhh! Ah...! Ha, ha...! Go find her!

Ah...! Ah...!"

He narrowed his eyes, his movements becoming rougher, forcefully pressing her down and ravaging her.

"Ahhh...! Ah!"

His large penis was completely withdrawn and then thrust in again. Her vagina couldn't withstand his manipulation, completely unable to respond,
helplessly letting him come and go, trembling and clinging tightly to his swollen, unreserved masculinity in her panic.

"Mmm...!" Was she really that pathetic? Even being treated like this, she could still derive pleasure from it
. "Ugh... Ah...!"

"There's still a disobedient, willful cat here, how can you let her be bothered?" His cold eyes
were terrifying in the backlight. "Tonight, I'll relieve my master's worries and train you, this wild cat."

"Ah, ah...!" So good, so comfortable...

He thrust hard, her honeyed juices overflowing, her tight, secluded hole quickly pleasing him, allowing his penis
to enjoy the passionate grip, the reluctant opening and closing, the greedy absorption of her honeyed hole.

"Ah, ah...!" Her heart was whipped with pain for his master, whom he constantly spoke of, yet her hole
was being fucked with great pleasure. The dog-like position made her sensitive and easily aroused.

Unwilling tears slid down her face, she gasped, sinking into pleasure while self-harming in sorrow.

He grabbed her legs, turned her around, and his hard, swollen penis spun
hard .

"Ahhh—! Ah! Ah…!" She grabbed his shoulders, desperately pushing her hips down to his crotch, accepting
his full penetration and continuing the intense pleasure she felt as he flipped her over.

He lifted her up, pressing her back against the window, and fucked her face-to-face.

"Ah… Ah…!" She couldn't take it anymore, it was too stimulating, too pleasurable!

When his penis withdrew, she would lose her balance and slide down, meeting his hard, slamming penetration, letting his glans
touch her sensitive spot, scraping and brushing against the walls of her flesh, reaching deep inside where she trembled and writh with pleasure.

Unable to control herself, she was like a doll, being lifted up, released, tossed up, and thrust into again. Her

long, curly hair swayed in the air, framing her delicate face, making her look incredibly charming.

He tossed her up again, catching her in his arms, deepening the penetration of his swollen, masculine member, letting her wanton juices

overflow with a "plop!" He then held her tightly, sucking on her rose-red lips, lovingly licking and
pressing her pert buttocks, pressing her against his massive member.

His glans trembled deep within her wetness, finally unleashing a second surge, releasing his pent-up desire within her . His milky semen filled her to its peak, and she moaned, reaching a blissful paradise
in the scalding pleasure , writhing and demanding more and more… 　　He was never stingy in this regard, thrusting his hips and generously showering her with more sweetness, spraying her clitoris with each spurt, joyfully accepting her grateful response. His shaft was enveloped in her vaginal fluids, experiencing ultimate pleasure. 　　Enjoying this dance of pleasure, their point of union was covered in a mixture of semen and nectar.

"The purpose of our existence as servants is to ensure our master lives a good and carefree life,

so that our great one can smile at us." He breathed heavily, pressing his forehead against hers, his fingers exploring
her anus. Even a slight
smile as she turned back before leaving after a comfortable breakfast was priceless. "

So comfortable, so tight." He pecked her nose, his fingers sliding to tease the edge of her ravaged vulva.
"Master, she..."

"Waaah...waaah! Sob...waaah...!" She suddenly clung to him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder and
sobbing.

He exhaled, suppressing the urge in his penis, and buried himself deep inside her.

He gently patted her back, soothing her so she wouldn't choke.

The man held her close, leaning on her shoulder, gazing out the window at the rain that had begun to fall.

Autumn, today was wonderful!

Little slut, are you full yet?

Full, thinking about what to do next...

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