No One Was Supposed To Be Here

Jack and Leo sit in the car, staring at the house like a couple of pervs planning their next move. Leo's bouncing his knee, sweating bullets, but Jack just smirks. Door's unlocked, family's gone for hours—piece of cake. They yank on ski masks and pile out. They creep inside, peel the masks off, and start casing the joint like they own it. No whispers, no tiptoeing—why bother when the place is empty? They spin around to split up and freeze. Standing dead center in the living room is Maggie, rag and spray bottle on the floor, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. The two guys didn't plan on a maid. Leo's freaking out. Jack keeps his cool, annoyed at his jittery partner, but he locks eyes on her and the wheels start turning. Turns out Maggie stayed the night for her monthly deep clean. She blurts it out fast, desperate. Then she drops the bomb— she'll fuck both of them if they let her walk. Leo shakes his head, but Jack talks him into it with that cocky grin. Why waste a hot, willing blonde when she's already on the table? Maggie drops to her knees, small tits pressing against her top as she reaches for their cocks. She strokes them both, spit-slick hands working fast, then climbs onto the couch, ass up. Jack lines up first, slides into her tight hole while Leo watches and jerks off. Her moans get louder the deeper he drills, and soon Leo's behind her too, switching spots so they can each take a turn pounding her ass. Maggie fingers her pussy while they fuck her from behind, legs shaking, begging for more. They flip her over, small tits bouncing as both guys stroke their cocks above her. Maggie opens her mouth, sticks out her tongue, and they paint her face and chest with thick ropes of cum while she rubs her clit and cums right along with them.