Big Booty Bella’s Obedient Maid: Derrick’s Fantasy Comes True
The sultry sounds of Jazz music filled the air, its smoky tendrils weaving through the opulent bedroom like spectral fingers. Derrick, a man of considerable wealth and even more considerable desires, lounged leisurely on the plush silk sheets of his king-sized bed. His eyes, dark and hungry, were fixed on the door, eagerly anticipating his latest indulgence.
A soft knock disturbed the tranquil atmosphere, and with a wave of his hand, Derrick granted entry. The door creaked open, revealing a vision in black and white – a maid, clad in a classic French maid’s outfit that left little to the imagination. Her name was Bella, and she was no ordinary maid. She was Derrick’s ultimate fantasy come to life, a stunningly beautiful woman with an ass that put even the gods to shame.
Bella sauntered into the room, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. She bent at the waist to lay out a fresh set of towels, and Derrick couldn’t help but ogle the way her tight little skirt rode up, exposing the creamy flesh of her muscular ass. He licked his lips, his cock immediately straining against his silk boxers.
“Good morning, Mr. Derrick,” Bella purred, straightening up and turning to face him. Her huge tits strained against the tight bodice of her uniform, threatening to spill out at any moment. “I hope you slept well.”
Derrick let out a low growl, his cock now fully erect. “I did, Bella, but I suspect I’ll sleep even better after our little…tryst.”
Bella’s eyes glittered with mischief and desire. She crossed the room with feline grace, stopping at the foot of the bed. “Oh, I think I can arrange that, sir,” she purred, reaching behind her back to unlace her bodice. The garment fell away, revealing her perfect, heaving breasts, crested with rosy nipples.
Derrick sat up, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Bella’s hands moved to her pert, round ass, lifting her skirt and revealing a lacy thong that hugged her curves lovingly. “Like what you see, Mr. Derrick?” she cooed, turning around and bending at the waist, her spectacular ass mere inches from his face.
“Fuck yes,” he breathed, reaching out to grab a handful of her supple flesh. Bella moaned and ground her ass against his hand, letting him knead and squeeze the firm globes.
“I think it’s time for me to clean your room,” Bella said with a wicked grin. She straightened up and turned around, kneeling on the bed and crawling towards him. Her tits swayed hypnotically with each movement, and Derrick couldn’t take his eyes off them.
“Please, do,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “I insist.”
Bella reached the end of the bed and stood up, towering over him. She hooked her fingers into her thighs and slowly rolled her thong down, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy. Derrick licked his lips, his cock throbbing with need.
Bella crawled on top of him, straddling his waist and grinding her wet cunt against his hard shaft. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” she whispered, leaning down to suck his earlobe between her teeth.
Derrick groaned, his hands coming up to grip her hips. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
Bella started to move her hips in slow, deliberate circles, rubbing her pussy along the length of his cock. Derrick bucked up into her, desperate for more friction. Bella obliged, reaching down to free his throbbing member from its silk prison.
She stroked his cock with her soft hand, her thumb swirling around the sensitive head. “Mmm, you’re so hard for me,” she purred. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck, Bella,” Derrick grunted, his hips thrusting up into her hand. “You’re gonna make me cum before we even start if you keep talking like that.”
