Latina Maid

The blinding white light soon faded, and once Dean could see again, Ben was gone. Memories soon faded and reshaped themselves in this odd new reality. Ben never existed; only Ava remained. With her black hair, soft brown eyes, C-cup breasts and round ass, she was a very beautiful women. And she loved being Dean's maid.

They had first met online. Ava came from a lower-class family and needed a job to put herself through college. When she met Dean, they hit it off, and he soon hired her. He offered her a place to live in his mansion, and she happily accepted. When she isn't cleaning or cooking, Dean likes to

"Are you alright, señor?" She asked Dean as everything fell into place in his mind. "Oh! Yeah. I'm good, sorry. Must've dissociated for a second," responded with a chuckle. Ava kissed his cheek before going back to work, cleaning the master bedroom. Ava bent over, giving Dean a perfect view of her round ass. He knew that when she was done, she would be bent over with her hands on the pillows.

Ava loved her life and her señor, and it was all thanks to the Stereotype Gun.