Dust the halls

With each step he's **** to take he can feel the panties shift over his eager cock, teasing it and keeping him turned on despite his best attempts to calm down or regain control over his body.

The most he managed was a breathy, girlish moan when he bent over to dust some drawers, the tights and the way the panties brushed over his skin making his knees weak. If anyone saw him now they'd just see a beautifull, red faced and panting maid who looks **** for release. The glimpses he catches in the mirrors doesn't help, the sight of such a pretty girl just makes him harder.

The constant teasing and denial is slowly making it hard to think properly and resist, all he can focus on is how desperately close he is right now. He doesn't even realise he's being walked towards a door until he's turning the knob