The Curious Maid

Angela Attison walks into the suite to clean and finds the bed already covered in rope, cuffs, and steel clamps. She should leave. Instead she locks the door and lies back on the mattress, spreading her legs in the maid skirt, fingers working fast between them. The door opens again. Mark Davis stands there watching. He doesn’t say a word, just walks over and grabs her wrist. She tries to pull away once. After that she stops fighting. He strips the uniform off her, keeps the little apron on, and lashes her wrists to the headboard. Her tits bounce when he yanks her hips to the edge of the bed. Mark spreads her ass, spits once, and drives his cock straight in. No warm-up, no teasing. Just hard, punishing thrusts that knock the breath out of her. She grits her teeth around the gag he stuffs between her lips and takes every inch. When he pulls out to slap her cheeks red, her hole stays open, pulsing. He flips her onto her stomach, ties her ankles to her thighs, and starts again. Anal only. Every stroke is deep and mean, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room. Angela comes with her face pressed into the sheets, drooling around the gag, mascara streaking down. Mark keeps going until he’s ready, then pulls out and paints the welts he left on her ass. She stays tied there, shaking, while he lights a cigarette by the window.