Black skirt hiked up to her waist, the maid kneels on the carpet, gagging as he forces himself down her throat. Her mascara runs, her tits press against his thighs, and she still tries to take more. Flipped onto her stomach, ass in the air, she grips the counter as he pounds her from behind. Thick thighs shake with each thrust, her skirt riding up to reveal wet lace panties. Slapped across the ass, she whimpers but pushes back, hungry for every inch. Cream drips down her thighs as he pulls out, leaving her trembling and breathless.
