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Chapter 32 by Torg Torg

What happens now?

She slowly keeps going

The maid takes a deep, halting breath, which you notice makes her breasts quiver. Then she blushes again, and slowly starts rubbing you through your jeans. She licks her lips, never taking her eyes off of yours.

You stroke her hair and then trail your hand down her neck, shoulder, and then down her chest and across her breast. When you cross her nipple, which you definitely feel under her uniform and thin bra, she opens her eyes wider and quickly sucks in her breath. You lean down moving most of the way to kissing her, but still holding her eyes.

The maid lets go of your cock and put her hand behind your neck and comes the last two inches and kisses you. You pull her body to yours, holding her firmly as you kiss. You tease her lips with your tongue and the maid opens her mouth to you, moaning quietly.

After a couple minutes of wonderful making out, she breaks the kiss. "What about her?" she whispers, reclining her head toward Connie on the bed.

"She just told me a couple hours ago that I could be with whoever I wanted as long as I kept her happy. I'll make sure she's happy afterward. And she sleeps like a log." You grin at her and she returns it, pulling you back for more kisses. You put your hands under her tight ass and she jumps up, wrapping her legs around your waist. Your stiffness is rubbing right at the juncture of her thighs, which makes her moan again into your mouth. You carry the petite woman into the bathroom, resting her on the counter next to the sink as you swing the door shut with a foot. Her hands go to your jeans, her sudden urgency after her earlier reticence making you grin. She unbuttons them and shoves them down your legs, gasping at the sight of your substantial prick. You step out of your pants the rest of the way, and then lift up her uniform skirt. She's wearing pantyhose and black bikini bottom panties. You reach under and pull both down to her sensible shoes, bringing a groan from her lips. You take her shoes off first, then the rest. You look back up and see her gazing back with lust in her eyes. Shifting down, you see her nicely-trimmed black bush and the bright pink slit between her swollen nether lips. The earthy aroma of her aroused sex wafts past your nose.

What do you do now?

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