An Honest Living

Amelia looks over her shoulder, nervous, making her way toward Mr. Winters. She's been sitting on this secret for months, and today she wants it out. But she gets tongue-tied and just stands there. He figures she's scared to ask for a raise. She's not. She gives up and goes back to scrubbing the kitchen floor. Then Adam, his son, walks in. He's been a mean, calculating little shit from day one. Loves pushing her buttons. She might work for his dad, but Adam acts like he owns her. He leans in and tells her he knows she was trying to rat on him. Punishment time. She can't walk away—she needs the money. So she unties the apron, bends over the counter, and lets him take what he wants. Her pale blond hair falls forward, full natural tits press against the cool surface as he frees his cock. She opens her mouth, takes every inch, throat opening up with each thrust until she's gagging, spit running down her chin. He grabs a fistful of her hair, fucks her face harder, then spins her around, bends her lower, and drives into her wet pussy, pounding until his balls slap her clit. Blonde hair, natural tits bouncing, the maid getting dicked exactly the way he likes—hard, deep, and filthy.