Twistys Ultra-HD – Watch a Blonde Mistress Make Her Maid Lick Every Drop of Cream From Her Gaping MILF Hole
The moment Serene Siren crosses her long, stocking-clad legs on the velvet chaise, the penthouse air thickens with perfume and power. A single tug on her pearl necklace and the silk robe slips, revealing heavy, bra-less breasts crowned by coral-pink nipples already stiff with anticipation. She’s wet—so wet the lace thong clings to her shaved slit like a second, soaked skin.
“Charly,” she purrs, voice dripping honey and command, “I spilled something.”
Charly Summer—petite, pig-tailed, uniform hiked high enough to flash the bottom curve of peach-fuzz cheeks—kneels instantly, feather duster forgotten. Serene’s ice-blue eyes narrow; she likes the way the maid’s breath hitches, the way that crisp white apron tents over budding tits.
“Clean it,” Serene orders, sliding two manicured fingers under the soaked fabric and peeling it aside. Her pussy lips bloom, glossy and dark rose, the inner folds pulsing visibly. A clear strand of nectar bridges from hood to thong—delicate, obscene.
Charly whimpers. “Yes, ma’am.”
Serene doesn’t wait. She fists the girl’s ponytail and guides the younger mouth to her heat. The first lap is tentative; the second is ravenous. Charly’s tongue spears deep, scooping the slick syrup that coats every ridge. Loud, sloppy suction echoes—slurp, slurp—as the maid performs the most intimate lesbian pussy cleaning service money can’t buy.
Serene rocks, thighs snapping shut around Charly’s ears. “Deeper, baby. Polish every fold.”
Spit and juice smear across Charly’s chin, but she obeys, circling the throbbing clit until Serene’s hips buck like a woman possessed. The scent—sweat, sex, expensive lotion—clogs the room, turning it into a private chapel of lust.
When Serene’s first climax barrels through her, she gushes, squirting a thin ribbon of cream over Charly’s flushed cheeks. “Good girl,” she hisses, shuddering. “Now fetch the toy.”
Charly crawls to the drawer, returning with a thick, champagne-colored dildo—eight inches, rippled veins, suction base wet with lube. Serene snatches it, licks the crown obscenely, then slaps it against her messy cunt. Smack-smack-smack. The sound is vulgar, perfect.
“You want to watch me wreck this pretty hole?” she asks the maid, already sinking the silicone shaft halfway. A wet, sucking pop fills the room; her back arches, tits jiggling.
Charly nods, pupils blown. Serene rewards her by spreading wider, planting heels on the antique coffee table. She pistons the toy, each thrust unleashing a frothy mix of cream that dribbles down to her asshole. The visual is devastating—glamorous MILF turned filthy fuck-doll.
“Finger yourself while you stare,” Serene commands between moans. Charly obeys, shoving two digits into her own bare cunt, matching the rhythm of the dildo impaling her mistress. The room becomes a duet of slick sounds and breathy curses.
Minutes blur. Serene’s second orgasm rips through; she yanks the toy out with a wet squelch, presenting the glistening, cum-slick shaft to Charly. “Finish your job, sweetheart. Lesbian pussy cleaning means every drop.”
Charly sucks the dildo clean, cheeks hollowing, tasting her employer’s intimate brine. When she finally pulls off, a silver strand connects lip to cock—proof of devotion.
Serene smirks, smoothing the maid’s disheveled bangs. “Same time tomorrow. But next time, bring a friend. This palace needs a thorough lesbian pussy cleaning crew.”
Charly can only moan in agreement, already dizzy with the promise of more filthy duties—and the knowledge that no surface in the penthouse will ever be truly spotless again.
