He takes his maid.

Charlotte's cheeks burned crimson as the wet heat between her thighs became impossible to ignore. "M-mon Dieu..." she whimpered, her French accent trembling with shame as she felt the sticky proof of her arousal soaking through her lace panties. The damp fabric clung obscenely to her swollen lips, leaving nothing to imagination as Josh's fingers slid higher up her thigh.

Her breath hitched when his fingertips brushed the soaked lace, teasing the swollen flesh beneath. "O-oh! Pardonnez-moi, Maître!" she cried, her hips jerking involuntarily, her body betraying her embarrassment with another rush of wetness. She was supposed to be a proper maid, not some wanton slut moaning and dripping in front of her master—yet here she was, panting like a common whore as his fingers traced slow circles over her drenched panties.

Josh chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her exposed nipple. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. "Soaking through your little French panties like a bitch in heat." His fingers hooked into the lace, peeling it aside to reveal her glistening folds, pink and swollen with need.

Charlotte's entire body shuddered when his fingertips finally, finally slid between her slick lips. "N-non! C'est trop—!" she wailed, her back arching off the bed as two thick fingers plunged inside her without warning. Her cunt clenched around him instantly, her inner walls fluttering in helpless pleasure as he curled his fingers, rubbing against that sweet, sensitive spot that made her vision whiten.

"OUI! MAÎTRE! OUI!" she screamed, her accent thick and broken as pleasure ripped through her. Her thighs trembled violently, her toes curling as her hips rocked against his hand, fucking herself shamelessly on his fingers. Drool spilled from her parted lips as she babbled in frantic French, her mind too far gone to form coherent thoughts.

Josh groaned at the sight of her—this mindless, dripping maid, her corset half-undone, her breasts bouncing with every thrust of his fingers, her cunt squeezing him like a velvet vise. He crooked his fingers harder, faster, drinking in every choked sob, every broken plea that spilled from her lips.

Charlotte's climax hit her like a tidal wave, her body locking up as her cunt convulsed around his fingers. "JE VIENS! JE VIENS!" she shrieked, her voice cracking as pleasure exploded through her, her thighs clamping around his wrist as her release gushed out in hot, sticky pulses. Her vision blurred, her thoughts dissolving into nothing but raw, mindless ecstasy.

But Josh didn't stop.

His fingers kept moving, fucking her through her orgasm, dragging whimpers and sobs from her trembling lips.

Charlotte's mind floated in a syrupy haze of pleasure, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of her climax. Her glazed eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as drool trickled down her chin, her plush lips parted in a perfect 'O' of blissful stupidity. She didn't notice the sound of fabric tearing, didn't register the cool air against her bare thighs as Josh ripped away her soaked lace panties with one rough tug.

"Oooohhh..." she sighed dreamily, her accent thick and slurred, her fingers lazily playing with the ruffles of her maid skirt as if nothing in the world mattered except the fuzzy warmth between her legs.

Then—

"AHHH! MAÎTRE!"

Her back arched violently off the bed as Josh slammed into her in one brutal thrust, his cock stretching her swollen cunt to its limits. Her thighs trembled, her toes curled, her breasts bounced with the **** of his first deep stroke. The pleasure was so intense, so sudden, that her vision whited out for a second, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

"T-TROP GROS! TROP—AH! AH!" she wailed, her voice cracking as he bottomed out inside her, her walls fluttering around his thick length. She was so sensitive, so overstimulated from her first orgasm, that every inch of his cock rubbing against her inner walls sent electric shocks of pleasure straight to her dumb, empty skull.

Josh groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he pulled back and thrust again, setting a relentless pace. Charlotte's entire body jolted with each snap of his hips, her tits bouncing obscenely, her corset straining as she gasped for air.

"P-PITIÉ! MAÎTRE, C'EST TROP—MMMPH!" Her **** plea was cut off as her own breast pressed against her lips when Josh bent her nearly in half, folding her pliant body with ease. She instinctively suckled at her own nipple, her tongue lapping at the stiff peak as if seeking comfort from the overwhelming pleasure-pain of being fucked so deep.

The wet, filthy sounds of their joining filled the room, Charlotte's slick cunt making lewd squelches with every thrust. Her thighs were already sticky with her own arousal, her maid skirt rucked up around her waist, her stockings wrinkled around her trembling knees.

Josh growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he lifted her hips, angling himself to hit even deeper. The moment the head of his cock brushed that sweet spot inside her, Charlotte's entire body seized up, her eyes rolling back.