My Steamy Story: i am a chamber maid at an english mansio...

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea. So I'm a chambermaid at this boujee AF English manor, right? Like, all 'Downton Abbey' vibes, but my reality is low-key just scrubbing floors and avoiding dust bunnies. Anyway, the lord's son, Oliver—sheesh, that man has main character energy and a smirk that could melt your soul—he just... helps himself. No cap.

He caught me alone in the library today, polishing the mahogany. He just locked the door, came up behind me, and his hands were on my hips before I could even yeet my duster. He spun me around, his mouth crashing onto mine, and he was already hard. I was like, "Oliver, the silver needs polishing," and he just smirked and was like, "So do you." OOF.

He hiked my skirt up, no foreplay, just ripped my panties to the side. His fingers slid right into my soaking wet pussy, and I gasped so loud. He whispered, "Quiet, or the whole house will hear how much you love this," as he unbuttoned his trousers. His thick cock pressed against me, and then he was inside me in one rough, deep thrust against the bookshelf. I was clinging to him, moaning into his shoulder with every pound, my own climax building so fast I saw stars. It’s our filthy little secret, and honestly? I live for it. Period.