Maid For Him / l.h ✔️
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  • Parts 42
  • Time 6h 10m
Complete, First published Dec 23, 2019
Mature
"Inappropriate, sir." I said meekly, my heart racing faster when he just snorted. 

"You know I'm attracted to you by now, Ms. Verdine. You know I have feelings for you. I've heard what it sounds like when you're moaning and felt you right up against me, grinded my cock against you. If you ask me, there was hardly anything ever appropriate between you and I." He hummed smoothly, stepping closer. "And even if there was, you're just as inappropriate as I am." He chuckled, my thighs clenching together as I peered up at him and stubbornly turned my nose up at him. "How's that?" I huffed, narrowing my eyes.

The edges of his lips twitched. "Because you know I check you out," He teased, his gaze wandering down to my exposed breasts. "And yet you choose to wear things like this anyways."

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