Hot maid stayed home alone and started masturbating her horny wet pussy

In the quiet suburban home, a maid named Lila was left alone to clean and tidy up. The middle-aged housewife, Mrs. Petrov, had gone out shopping for groceries, leaving her teenage daughters, Rosa and Antonina, at school for the day. Lila, a shapely young woman with an exotic Eastern European look, found herself bored and restless as she dusted the living room furniture.

As she bent over to wipe the coffee table, Lila felt a familiar heat building between her thighs. Her black lace panties, hidden beneath her grey maid’s uniform, began to feel damp and uncomfortable. She hadn’t realized how long it had been since she last indulged in some much-needed sexual pleasure. Her fingers trembled slightly as she ran them over the smooth surface of the wooden table, imagining how they would feel caressing her most sensitive areas…

Unable to resist the growing ache anymore, Lila glanced around the empty house and made her way upstairs to the master bedroom. If she was going to do this, she might as well be comfortable! The bed was made neatly, but the sheets felt cool and crisp against Lila’s skin as she laid back and closed her eyes. With a trembling hand, she hiked up the hem of her uniform and slid her fingers into her panties, letting out a soft gasp at the contact.

Her pussy was dripping wet, slick folds parting easily as Lila began to rub slow circles around her sensitive clit. Part of her felt scandalized at what she was doing – fondling herself in her employers’ bed! But another part, the hungry, pent-up part, reveled in the forbidden thrill of it all. Lila imagined the shocked faces of Mrs. Petrov and her daughters if they walked in on her right now, one hand down her panties, the other kneading her generous breast through her uniform…

“Ohh,” Lila moaned softly, hips arching up against her plunging fingers. Her pussy was so hot and tight, fluttering hungrily around the digits as she pumped them in and out, faster and harder with each passing second. Leaning her head back into the pillows, Lila squeezed her nipple through the fabric of her uniform, reward pain radiating down to the point of her aching sex.

She could feel the familiar tension mounting low in her belly as she fingered herself frantically, pussy clenching and fluttering, desperate for more. With her free hand, Lila pushed her uniform up around her waist and shimmied out of her panties, spreading her legs shamefully wide.

“Yes, oh god yessss,” Lila hissed through clenched teeth, red-nailed fingers plunging in and out of her sopping, swollen cunt. She brought her other hand down, rubbing tight circles on her throbbing clit as she fucked herself num with abandon. The bed springs squeaked obscenely as she writhed and twisted, so far gone in her lust that she no longer cared about staying quiet.

Lila could feel her climax approaching, building hot and heavy in her core. Her pussy clenched tight around her fingers, slick inner walls rippling as she fucked herself harder, faster, chasing her pleasure with single-minded focus. A few more thrusts, a few twisting flicks over her clit and then suddenly–

“Holy fuck!” Lila cried out, voice hoarse and desperate, back arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her pussy spashed and contracted erratically, gushing her pleasure around her plunging fingers. “Oh god, oh fuck, yes!”

As the intense sensations began to fade, Lila lay limp and panting on Mrs. Petrov’s rumpled sheets, chest heaving. Shame and guilt were already starting to flood through her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as aftershocks still tingled through her spent body. She had needed that so badly…

Retrieving her forgotten panties from the floor, Lila slid them back on and smoothed down her uniform with trembling hands. With one last longing look at the bed, the scene of her forbidden indulgence, she slipped quietly from the room, hoping Mrs. Petrov didn’t notice the mussed bedding when she got home…

As Lila made her way back downstairs to finish her chores, she couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be until she found herself daydreaming in this house again, aching for another taste of pleasure in Mrs. Petrov’s coveted bed. But that was a worry for another day. For now, she just hoped none of the neighbors had been treated to a view of her very improper activities through the bedroom window!