You wrap your hand around the back of her thong, the soft fabric sliding smoothly against your fingers as you pull upwards, causing Cleria to balance precariously on tiptoe. Every time you tug, you glimpse her puckered rim winking and deepen how far the cloth has sunk between her cheeks. The pulls make her gasp and whine, as the thong rubs along her intimates. Her rear bouncing and clapping to your rhythm. As one hand tugs, the other pulls apart her dress, unzipping it, revealing more and more skin to the cool morning air, until the only clothes she wears are her thong and the shoes. Bent over, hands braced against the house, her supple chest hangs, with hardened nipples begging for touch.
You begin to spank her inviting rear, tugging at her panties in equal measure. Her squeaks and moans fill the air, like birdsong. You feel yourself grow harder at the sight of her red cheeks, bouncing and teasing winks of a tight little rosebud, beside a strip of thong drenched in ambrosia wedged thoroughly win her cheeks. Cleria's thong, stretched and soaked, reaches up to her neck, so you release it. As she lets out a breath of relief, you reach around to both her front and the back, her sigh transforming into a whimper as you pull her undies back and forth, rubbing the fabric against her clit and sensitive ass, drowning them in her juices.
You spy some of your neighbors watching from their windows, hiding behind their curtains. You groan as a wave of pleasure runs through your body at the thought of people watching you play with your slutty maid. You grind your bulge along her crease, the friction of her cheeks alongside the opposing friction of her thong causing you both to cry out in ecstasy.
Glancing down at her rosebud, you quickly send her thong over her shoulders, pulling a yelp from her lips until you bury your tongue in her ass, shifting her startled yelp to a throaty moan. An orgasm tears through Cleria as your tongue explores her depths, her thong rubbing mercilessly against her clit, her fluids pouring through the thong, soaking your shirt, her quivering legs held up by your strong hands and unyielding tongue.
You choose to . . .
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