Thigh-high stockings ride up her thighs as she stretches out on the bed, maid dress hiked to her waist. Hands grip the base of a thick strap-on, her pussy already dripping before she even presses it against her entrance. Back arches off the mattress, fingers digging into the sheets as she pushes it in slow, then deeper, her breath hitching with every inch. Legs tremble, thighs shaking as she rides it raw, the sound of wet flesh filling the room. Eyes squeeze shut, lips parted, she doesn’t stop until the toy is buried to the hilt and her body is trembling all over.
