...the maid’s punishment starts with a handprint on that thick thigh, stockings tearing just enough to hear it rip. She pretends not to notice when he pins her wrists behind her back, but those hips can’t lie—she grinds down anyway. Black lace panties soaked through before they even touch skin. Then the couch cushions get messy as she takes him deep, legs spread wide like she’s been waiting for this all day...