Fucked Slutty Maid and Fed her Cum

Fucked Slutty Maid and Fed her Cum He used one hand to soap up and massage my shoulders and back, and the other to finger fuck me to oblivion, controlling my body however he wanted. I was screaming internally. His body moved with this casual, effortless bounce that I couldn’t stop watching—even though I knew I shouldn’t be. My body was literally buzzing, my ears ringing, every nerve on fire, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The team was a melting pot of chiseled gods, each one looking like they’d stepped out of a Renaissance sculpture. Dear God, please don’t let me be gay, I thought, repeating it like a mantra. Bodies are weird. My brain was glitching, caught between panic and other nerves as he washed my hairless globes. “Sure,” I muttered, trying not to squeak. He started soaping himself up casually, not a trace of insecurity, running the lather across his chest and down his arms with a casualness that made my skin crawl with envy—and something else I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. “You good?”

I nodded way too fast, like my head was trying to break a speed record.