Cassius dipped lower, crouching until his face hovered inches from Portia's pussy.
He spread her gently with both thumbs, opening her fully.
"Wow, Portia…"
He murmured, voice low and warm.
"You always look so pristine. So perfect. Top of the line uniform with not a wrinkle in sight. Makeup flawless. Hair never out of place. You carry yourself like the center of this entire house...
"...because you are. You guide every maid here. You're their idol, their example."
"When it comes to outward appearance...you've mastered it completely."
He paused. Then his lips curved into a slow smirk.
"But when it comes to the inside…"
Two fingers slid into her without warning and curled them. Portia's back arched, a choked moan tearing from her throat.
"…that's where you fall apart, isn't it?"
He pumped slowly, spreading her wider so he could see everything.
