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Title: The French Maid’s Indiscreet Indulgence

In a quaint French village, nestled between rolling hills and a meandering river, lay a charming estate. The owner, a distinguished gentleman, was notoriously particular about his home and its inhabitants. His latest hire was Celeste, a petite brunette with bewitching emerald eyes and an air of innocence that belied her ulterior motives.

Celeste arrived at the estate, garbed in her frilly maid’s uniform, her tight bodice accentuating her petite curves. As she tamed the unruly gardens, the gentleman, Jacques, couldn’t help but sneak glances at the alluring sight she presented. Celeste, ever the temptress, would catch his gaze and reward him with a coy smile.

One balmy afternoon, as Celeste dusted the grand library, Jacques entered, his eyes trailing the swell of her posterior. Emboldened by the decadent novel she was thumbing through, Celeste turned to face him, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PC6VyNMVdn4) a seductive gleam in her eyes. With a swish of her skirt, she presented her pert bottom, the uniform barely concealing her creamy skin.

Jacques couldn’t resist the invitation. He approached her from behind and bent to place a tender kiss on her neck. Celeste arched into his touch, mewling softly. His fingers traced the delicate lace, and with a swift tug, he tore her undergarments away. Celeste gasped, a thrill coursing through her veins.

“You naughty girl,” Jacques murmured, his voice husky with desire. “Do you want me to take you, right here, where anyone could walk in and discover your wanton ways?”

Celeste shuddered, her essence dampening her thighs. “Oui, mon seigneur,” she whispered, pushing her bottom further into his touch. “I’m yours to ravage.”

With a growl, Jacques unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his thick, throbbing shaft. He grasped Celeste’s hips and positioned himself at her entrance. With a swift thrust, he filled her, stretching her walls with his impressive girth.

“Mon Dieu,” Celeste cried out, her nails raking the mahogany shelves. Jacques set a relentless pace, pounding into her willing body. The library was filled with the obscene sounds of their coupling – the slap of skin on skin, Celeste’s wanton moans, and Jacques’ guttural grunts of pleasure.

Celeste pushed back to meet each powerful thrust, shuddering as Jacques ravaged her most intimate places. His thumb found her swollen nub, circling and pressing, driving her higher. Celeste’s thighs trembled, her release fast approaching.

“I’m going to fill you, Celeste,” Jacques rasped, his hips moving at a furious pace. “I’m going to flood your tight little pussy with my seed.”

Celeste came undone, a scream of ecstasy tearing from her throat. Her walls clenched around Jacques, milking his length as he spilled himself deep within her womb. He shuddered, his shaft pulsing as he coated her inner walls with his hot release.

As they caught their breath, Jacques withdrew, his essence trickling down Celeste’s thighs. Celeste turned, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. She sank to her knees, taking Jacques’ spent shaft into her mouth and licking him clean.

“Such a good girl,” Jacques praised, stroking her hair. Celeste grinned up at him, wicked intent in her eyes. She released him, standing to face him once more.

“I believe you promised me a bath, mon seigneur,” she cooed, trailing a finger down his chest. “Might I suggest you join me? I’m in need of a…thorough scrubbing.”

Jacques chuckled, his desire reignited by her saucy tone. He swept her into his arms and, barefoot, carried her to his chambers.

As they explored the heights of pleasure once more, the estate echoed with Celeste’s breathy cries and Jacques’ guttural moans. It seemed their carnal indulgences were only just beginning, a tantalizing promise of the future to come.