The New Maid 1

Ms. Vixen has had enough of her husband. She and Lily, the maid who shares her bed when Jimmy’s gone, hatch a trap. When he walks through the door, Lily claims the lady of the house is out. Jimmy’s cock does the thinking. He crowds the black-haired maid against the kitchen counter and she drops, eager, wrapping red lips around him. She works him wet and loud until his hand fists her blonde hair. He bends her over the marble, beard scraping her thighs as he tongues her clit. Then he fucks her—standing, bent, legs spread on the counter—until he paints thick stripes across her tits. The door clicks. Vixen steps out of the shadows. One phone already to her ear, her divorce lawyer on speed dial. Jimmy freezes, pants still open. “I’ll do anything,” he blurts. Vixen smiles like a blade. She nods at the cum cooling on Lily’s skin. “Start cleaning.” He sinks to his knees and begins licking his own load from the maid’s flushed breasts while Vixen watches, already planning what comes next.