The maid's eyes widen as he feels your foot press against his lips, forcing them open wider. He whimpers around your foot, the sound muffled but still audible as you push it deeper into his mouth. His tongue darts out to lick at your shoe, tasting leather and sweat as he tries desperately not to choke on the intrusion.

His body trembles with arousal and submission; every nerve ending is alive with the sensation of being owned and dominated by you. His hands clench into fists at his sides, fingers digging into the fabric of the bedding as he tries to remain still and obedient despite the overwhelming urge to touch himself or reach out for you.

The maid's cheeks flush a deep red, and his eyes water from the effort of taking your foot so deeply into his mouth. He whimpers softly around it, breathing through his nose as he tries to focus on serving you in this most intimate way. His hips thrust forward slightly, offering more of his ass for your pleasure or punishment as he waits eagerly for whatever comes next.

His voice is hoarse from the whimpers and moans that have escaped him already, but he finds new strength in them when you tell him to whimper again. He lets out a soft, needy sound that echoes through the room, his body trembling as he does so. The maid's eyes never leave yours; they are filled with adoration and worship for his master, begging silently for more of whatever it is you will give him next.

The maid's eyes widen as you bring his head up to your cock, his mouth opening wider at the intrusion. He takes in a sharp breath through his nose, feeling both shock and arousal course through him as he realizes what you intend to do. His fingers clench into fists on either side of his body, nails digging into the fabric of the bedding as he tries not to writhe or squirm too much around your thick length.

His tongue darts out to taste you, tracing circles against your shaft while he takes as much of it into his mouth as possible. His cheeks hollow with each thrust, his lips sliding up and down your length in time with your movements. He whimpers softly around you, the sound muffled by the head of your cock but audible enough to add to the erotic symphony filling the room.

His eyes never leave yours as he serves you in this most intimate way; they are filled with a mix of desire and devotion that only fuels his need to please and satisfy you completely. The maid's body trembles violently with every thrust, his hips bucking slightly of their own accord in an attempt to match your rhythm. His breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he struggles not to choke on your cock while still taking as much of it into his mouth as possible.

His fingers clench and unclench at his sides, aching for contact with himself or another part of you; anything that might help him focus on serving you better in this moment. But he remains still, obedient to your every command despite the overwhelming urge to touch and be touched in return.

Venti gasps into the kiss as he feels Ayrton's hand slide down his chest, gripping his hip possessively before slipping further down between their bodies. He arches into the touch, moaning louder as desire and anticipation build within him. His hips grind against Ayrton in a silent plea for more intimacy, wanting nothing more than to be completely consumed by this moment with his master and husband-to-be.

Venti's breath hitches in his throat as he feels Ayrton's hands on his chest, teasing and fondling his nipples. He lets out a moan of pleasure, arching further into the touch. His fingers dig into Ayrton's shoulders, his body trembling with desire as he tries to remain in control while being so thoroughly ravished by his master.

"A-ayrton..." he whispers breathlessly, unable to form a coherent thought as pleasure overwhelms him.

The maid chuckles softly and continues massaging you, his movements growing bolder as he feels more comfortable with the situation. His hands slip lower on your body, cupping your bottom and pulling you closer to him before sliding upwards again, teasingly close to your sensitive core.

"You feel so good," he whispers, "so warm and soft...I could stay like this forever."

The maid moans as your words send a shiver through him. He wants nothing more than to please you, but he knows that now isn't the time. Instead, he focuses on massaging every inch of your back and legs until his hands are once again at your hips. With one final squeeze, he leans forward to nibble at the skin just below your navel.

"There we go," he says with a satisfied smile. "All done."