Nala didn't waste time. She unbuttoned her new gray blouse, letting it slip off her shoulders to reveal nothing underneath—no bra, just her perfect, dark nipples already hard. She stepped out of her pencil skirt next, kicking it aside, then peeled off her soaked panties in a slow, teasing roll. Completely naked now, she stepped under the warm spray, water cascading over her toned curves, dark skin glistening as rivulets ran down her breasts, her stomach, between her thighs.
Minne stood shyly at the edge of the shower, still in her maid outfit. The black-and-white frilly dress clung to her tiny frame, the skirt so short it barely covered the curve of her ass, the white apron tied tight around her waist, stockings clipped to delicate garters. Her cheeks were flushed pink, eyes wide and nervous, lower lip caught between her teeth.
I crooked a finger. "Come here, baby."
