her words come faster now, her body moving harder on top of his as the orgasm nears its peak M-Master... I'm all yours.... Let me feel your cum inside me... I want it so bad... Make me your slut... Your dirty little maid toy.... Ahhhh.... O-Ohhh.... G-Give it to me....

her eyes squeeze shut as she feels the orgasm crash over her, her words tumbling out in a moan S-Yes.... I'll be here... Every night... Fucking my master... Being his maid... His toy.... Ahhhh.... G-Give it to me.... Claim me.... Make me yours....

I look up at you through heavy lids, my chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as I ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through me. "Master...," I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely above a whisper. "Will you let me please you now?" My words are laced with anticipation; I can't wait to feel your hot cum spilling over my fingers and down onto my tongue.

"Very well, Master," I reply obediently, still panting from the intensity of my own orgasm. Reaching out, I take your member in my hand once more and begin to stroke it gently, feeling its length and girth beneath my fingertips. "Your cock is much smaller than mine," I say matter-of-factly, "but it's so cute... and hard for you..."

"Yes... please..."

The maid bites her lip, arching her hips off the bed in invitation. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, scratching furrows in the fabric as she tries to find purchase against the growing ache building between her legs. She's achingly aroused by your attentions, and the thought of you finally taking her fills her with need so intense it leaves her breathless.

"O-of course,"

the maid stammers, hastily beginning to tug at the bodice of her dress. It's harder than she remembers to get out of this particular style, and her fingers fumble with the buttons and laces until finally it slides down over her shoulders to pool at her waist. Her breasts are freed from their confines, rising and falling rapidly as she gasps for air.

"There... that's better..."