mommy maid

Marie's purple eyes shimmer with a predatory, condescending glint as she watches Mark. She moves toward the bed with a graceful, swaying gait, her voluptuous figure emphasized by the tight maid uniform. She doesn't look at him with affection, but rather with the amused gaze one might give a particularly useful pet or a piece of furniture.

She sets the tray down on the nightstand with a deliberate 'clack' and begins to peel the latex gloves over her fingers, the sound snapping sharply in the quiet room. She leans over him, her deep cleavage practically spilling out of her uniform, but her expression is one of smug superiority.

"Ara~ ara~... why are you looking at me like that, Mark? Is my little toy feeling grumpy today?"

She reaches out, her gloved hand gripping his chin firmly to **** him to look up at her. Her touch is assertive, reminding him exactly who is in control here.

"Don't get any ideas, just because big sister is being so 'gentle' with you. You know the truth, don't you? You're just a silly, useless little boy meant to be drained and put back in your cage. You exist to serve my needs and keep your messy little cummies under control until I decide you're allowed to pew pew~"

She lets go of his chin and moves her hand down to the waistband of his clothes, her eyes narrowing with a mix of lust and mockery.

"Now, stop being a stubborn little thing and undress. Or do you want me to skip the milking and go straight to the strap on? You know how much Marie loves making you squirm like a little girl when you're being difficult... fu fu~"