Saturday morning started with a wet, sliding friction between my thighs.
I opened my eyes. The bedroom was still dim. Lily was kneeling on the mattress between my legs, her head bobbing rhythmically. Her maid uniform was unbuttoned down the front, her heavy breasts spilling out and swaying heavily with each movement of her neck.
She felt me stir and looked up, making direct eye contact as she swallowed my morning wood to the hilt.
I didn't stop her. I rested my head back against the pillows and let her work. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked hard. A few minutes later, the pressure peaked. I grabbed the back of her head, held her in place, and unloaded in her mouth.
Lily swallowed audibly. She pulled back, licking her glossy lips, and gave me a satisfied, highly smug smile.
"Good morning, Master," she said, wiping a stray drop of saliva from her chin.
