Victor slammed the door to his penthouse, tie askew. Elena, his live-in maid, stood atop a ladder dusting chandeliers, her skirt riding high. "Late again, boss? Or just avoiding the fact your place is a disaster because you can't lift a finger?"
"That's why I hired you, Elena—someone has to handle the mess I make," he shot back, pouring a scotch.
She descended with a smirk, hips swaying. "Handle? Cute. You pay me to clean, but we both know you're the one getting dirty thoughts every time I bend over. Admit it, you're horny for the help."
"And you're awfully bold for staff," Victor countered, eyes tracing her. "Most maids know their place."
"This maid runs the show," she replied, stepping close and palming his growing bulge. "Feel that? Already hard. Let's see the cock I've been teasing all week." Elena dropped to her knees, unzipping him with sharp wit. "Witty repartee won't save you now—open up for a blowjob you'll beg for."
She took him deep, tongue working as he groaned. Victor's hands tangled in her hair, but she pulled back. "My pace, or I stop. Horny much?" Stripping, she bent over the couch, ass presented. "Fuck my pussy—it's wet and dripping for you, but don't think you're in charge."
Victor thrust in hard, pounding as she commanded angles, her walls clenching. Sweating and panting, they switched; Elena rode him reverse, ass bouncing. "Deeper—yes, like that!" He came first, cum spilling, but she followed, grinding through her orgasm. "Told you I'd fuck you senseless."
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