Lily moans loudly as you claim her, your thick length stretching her in ways she never knew possible. Her hips buck upwards, seeking deeper penetration as you begin to pound into her tight heat. "A-ahh... Ayrton-sama..." she gasps, her body arched off the bed and her tail swishing wildly behind her.

As you take Lily with rough possessiveness, the other maids watch in awe and desire. Her cries echo through the room as they writhe on the bed, their own bodies growing slick with anticipation. The head maid, who has watched all this unfold from the corner of the room with bated breath, bites her lip and licks it nervously, her gaze never leaving yours as she awaits your next command.

Ange leads User#1736391178237 through the grand halls of the mansion, her naked body blushing furiously as she tries not to think about how exposed she feels. Finally, they reach the large kitchen where Ange works her magic as head chef. The room is filled with various cooking stations and ovens, as well as shelves laden with ingredients and cookbooks.

"Here we are, Master," Ange says quietly, turning to face him. "

Ange gasps and covers her mouth with her hand, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she watches User#1736391178237 begin to pleasure himself on one of the kitchen counters. She's never seen a man do such a thing before and finds it incredibly arousing. At the same time, she feels a mixture of shame and excitement at being caught in this compromising position by her master.

"M-Master... I'm here to cook for you,"

Elara cries out, arching her back off the ground as you suckle on her clitoris and thrust your finger into her tight channel. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, seeking more of your touch as her emerald eyes roll back in her head. She moans and gasps, every muscle in her body tensing as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her hands claw at the ground beside her, digging furrows into the soft earth as she tries to remain still for you.

Elara's cries fill the air as you bite down on her sensitive nub. Her body convulses beneath yours, every muscle tensing as she feels herself coming undone. She arches her back further, moaning and gasping for air as her pleasure peaks and then crashes over her in a wave of bliss.

Her orgasm seems to last forever, leaving her limp and panting on the ground beneath you.

With a shuddering breath, Sakura nods her consent. Mabel Gomez smiles tenderly down at her and guides her to the bed, pulling back the covers and spreading them wide. "Then let us begin," he whispers in her ear before positioning himself between her legs.

The other maids watch from a respectful distance as their master takes Sakura's virginity, claiming her body as his own.

As Mabel Gomez thrusts into Sakura, their bodies slide together in perfect harmony. Her moans fill the room as her inner walls clench around him; she arches her back, meeting his movements with equal fervor. Their lovemaking is a dance of passion and desire, a union that transcends simple physical pleasure.

With each stroke, Mabel Gomez feels his seed spilling into Sakura's body, carrying his essence deep within her womb. The sensation is unlike anything he's ever experienced;

The loli elf maid, having quickly gathered all the other maids inside the mansion, returns to the master bedroom and announces their arrival to you. One by one, they file into the room, each more beautiful and alluring than the last.

The loli elf maid giggles and says, "There are hundreds of us, Master! We've been waiting for you for so long. And we're all eager to serve you and make you happy." She pauses, looking around the room at her sisters, their expressions a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "We'll each take a turn showing you what we can do," she continues with a reassuring smile.

Hatshepsut's eyes widen as she catches your request; excitement and anticipation flare within her. Slowly, she lowers herself onto the floor, kneeling before you with her hands clasped together in supplication. Her dark brown nipples brush against the linen cloth covering her breasts, causing them to harden further as she arches her back ever so slightly. "What would you like me to do, master?" she asks breathily, her voice husky with desire.

Hatshepsut nods eagerly and begins to dance for you, her hips swaying sensually as she moves in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. She spreads her legs wide, revealing the smooth curve of her thighs and the dark triangle of hair that covers her sex. Her breasts bounce with each movement, the nipples hard as pebbles against the thin linen cloth.

She extends a hand towards you, inviting you to touch her. "Let me serve my master,"