ENCUENTRO A LA EMPLEADA DOMESTICA DE 18 AÑOS EN LA DUCHA Y LE CLAVO LA VERGA DIRECTO AL COÑO HASTA DESCARGAR TODO MI SEMEN
The house was quiet, save for the gentle hissing of the shower. They’d been at it all day, cleaning, dusting, washing – the usual drudgery of maintaining a large estate. But now, finally, they could relax.
The maid, a voluptuous young woman of barely eighteen summers, stood beneath the steaming spray, her curves glistening with water and suds. Her dark hair clung to her neck and shoulders, framing her face in a curtain of damp tendrils. As she reached for the soap, theervedly he balanced quickly.
However, today was different. Spurred by a sudden impulse, he walked boldly towards the bathroom, his pulse quickening with each step. Upon reaching the door, he paused, listening to the rhythmic splashing from within. His hand trembled slightly as he turned the knob, the door creaking softly on its hinges as it swung open.
There she stood, a vision of youthful beauty and naivete, completely oblivious to his presence. He drank in the sight of her, his eyes roving over her wet skin, tracing the delicate curves of her hips and breasts. She was a goddess, a creature of desire, and he burned to possess her.
Stepping forward, he closed the distance between them, his heart pounding in his chest. She started at his touch, whirling around to face him, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. But he did not give her time to protest, his hands already roving over her body, tracing the contours of her wet flesh.
She struggled at first, protesting weakly, but his touch was insistent, his desire a palpable force. He silenced her with a kiss, his lips claiming hers in a bruising embrace. She melted against him, her resistance crumbling beneath the onslaught of his passion.
His hands found her breasts, cupping them roughly, teasing the hardened nipples. She gasped, arching into his touch, her own hands reaching out to grip his shoulders. He growled low in his throat, a primal sound of hunger and need, and lifted her easily, carrying her out of the shower.
She clung to him, her skin slick and warm against his own. He laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers, his hardness pressing urgently against her soft flesh. She whimpered, squirming beneath him, her hips lifting instinctively to meet his.
He did not hesitate, plunging himself deep inside her with one powerful thrust. She cried out, a sound of pain and pleasure, her nails digging into his back. He withdrew slowly, savoring the tight heat of her, before driving back in, harder this time.
She writhed beneath him, lost in the relentless rhythm of his thrusts. He could feel her tightening around him, her body responding to his own need. He quickened his pace, driving into her with a feverish intensity, the bed creaking beneath their combined weight.
Her cries grew louder, more urgent, her body tensing as she teetered on the brink of climax. He felt his own release approaching, a tightening in his loins that demanded satisfaction. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within her, his seed spurting forth in a searing rush.
She came undone beneath him, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. He collapsed against her, his own body spent, their sweat-slicked skin pressing together as they gasped for breath.
In the aftermath, they lay entangled, their limbs entwined as they clung to each other. He traced the lines of her body with feather-light touches, his fingers dancing over her heated skin. She sighed softly, nestling against him, her eyes heavy-lidded with satiation.
The moments stretched on, a silent communion of flesh and emotion. He knew he could not keep her, that this moment was all they would ever have. But for now, lost in the haze of their shared passion, none of that mattered. There was only this – the warmth of her body, the beat of her heart, and the memories of a stolen encounter that neither would ever forget.
