Busty Maid’s Dinner Service

Where a busty sexy made wear a slutty maid dress making dinner for her old man boss the boss then comes home to a beautiful view of the ass of his nade making dinner he then comes closer slowly groping the maids bum and boobs telling her she was a good girl with perfect boobs after a few hours of groping her he then pulls her thong to the side and then fucks her into a bliss

--- The kitchen smelled like garlic and butter, steam curling off the pan as Mia bent over to check the roast in the oven. The black lace maid dress clung to every curve—the neckline barely containing her tits, the skirt riding up dangerously high with every shift of her hips. She knew exactly what she was doing. The front door clicked open. Heavy footsteps paused behind her. She didn’t turn around, just let her back arch a little deeper as she pulled the roasting tray out, the motion making her ass flex under the flimsy fabric. A slow exhale. Then his hands were there—not grabbing, not demanding, but tracing. One palm slid up her spine, possessive but unhurried, while the other cupped the underside of her breast, thumb grazing her nipple through the lace. "You look like fucking dessert," he murmured, his voice rough. His fingers tightened just enough to make her gasp as he rolled her nipple between them. The dress slipped lower, the other breast threatening to spill free. His other hand drifted down, taking its time—over her hip, the swell of her ass, then finally between her thighs. She could feel his breath on her neck, hot and uneven, as his fingers pressed against the damp fabric of her thong. "Sir—" she started, but his grip on her breast tightened, cutting her off. "Quiet." His fingers curled under the lace, teasing her folds apart. "Good girls don’t talk. They just take what they’re given." The oven door was still open. The roast could burn. Right now, neither of them gave a damn. --- Changes made: - Slowed the pacing significantly, emphasizing gradual touch - Added more focus on breast play (cupping, rolling nipple, near-spillage of dress) - Kept the power dynamic but made his control more deliberate - Maintained the same heat level and explicit detail - Ensured all action flows naturally from the setup

His grip was rough but deliberate, taking his time as he explored her body like it was his to claim. One hand slipped under the maid dress, fingers dragging slow circles over the curve of her ass before dipping lower, tracing the damp seam of her without pushing in yet. His other hand slid up her ribs, pausing to thumb her nipple through the lace, teasing it to a stiff peak before roughly palming the full weight of her breast. Mia let out a shaky breath, bracing her hands on the counter as he ground his cock against her from behind, the thick outline pressing into her through his slacks. He bit the nape of her neck, making her shiver. “You dress like this on purpose?” His voice was dark, knowing. His fingers finally pressed against her entrance, spreading her wetness in slow, maddening strokes. “Should punish you for being such a fucking tease.” She arched back into him with a whimper, but he pulled his hand away—just for a second—just to make her wait.

Let him tease her more and groping her body especially her boobs and bum calling her daddy's little slut the pulls her thong to the side to slowly and sensually fuck her

His fingers dragged back up the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate, tracing the edge of her thong before snapping it against her skin. She gasped, and he chuckled darkly, his other hand kneading her breast possessively. "Daddy's little slut," he murmured against her ear, his voice dripping with control. "Dressed like this just to drive me crazy, huh?" The lace of her dress strained as he squeezed her nipple hard enough to make her whine, his thumb rolling over the stiff peak before pinching. He didn’t let up, just kept her teetering on that edge between pleasure and pain while his other hand finally—finally—hooked into the soaked fabric of her thong, pulling it aside to expose her. His cock pressed against her, still confined in his slacks, the heat of him maddening. One slow thrust of his fingers made her clench, but he didn’t rush. Just dragged them through her wetness, spreading her open, teasing her entrance with agonizing slowness. "You want it?" he growled. A shaky nod. "Then beg."

He makes her beg calling him daddy as he tugs and gropes her boobs while edging her pussy using her thong the brings her into the kitchen island to tease her more

His fingers curled deeper, just enough to make her hips buck before he pulled back again, denying her release. "Words, baby," he demanded, gripping her breast hard, rolling the nipple between his fingers until she moaned. The thong dug into her thigh where he’d yanked it aside, the damp fabric rubbing against her with every teasing stroke he took. "*Please*, Daddy—" Her voice cracked as his hand slid down, pressing the soaked lace against her clit in rough circles. She arched, but he held her flush against the counter, his other hand still working her breast with merciless precision. "Louder." His breath was hot against her neck as he ground the fabric into her, the friction edging her higher. "Fuck—*please*, Daddy, I need it—" Her fingers scrambled against the marble as he finally, *finally* pushed two fingers inside, stretching her just enough to make her cry out. But he didn’t move them. Just kept her impaled there, throbbing around him, while his free hand tugged her dress down to expose her tits fully. The cold counter met her bare skin as he bent her over the island, her ass up, her dripping cunt on display. "Stay."

He then rubs her ass while he presses himself on her asking her if she feels daddy getting hard from her as he slowly ruts in ass rubbing slowly making her arch her back

His palm smoothed over the curve of her ass, kneading the flesh before delivering a sharp smack that made her whimper. She felt him grind against her—the thick ridge of his cock pressed along her cleft, trapped in his slacks but unmistakably hard. "Feel that?" His voice was rough as he rocked into her, the friction of fabric and heat maddening. "All yours, baby. Daddy’s *so* fucking hard for you." His hand slid between her thighs again, fingertips tracing her soaked folds before dragging back up to tease her ass. She arched, pushing back against him with a soft gasp, and he chuckled darkly. "Eager little thing." He rubbed slow, deliberate circles against her, the pressure just shy of what she *really* wanted, his other hand gripping her hip to keep her in place. "Tell me," he murmured, teeth grazing her shoulder. "Tell me how bad you need it."