Aqua's back pressed harder against the pillar, her breath ragged and shallow.
Every wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the steam-filled chamber like a drumbeat in her skull.
Cassius fucked Portia with relentless, animalistic force—hips snapping forward, hand cracking down on the head maid's ass in sharp slaps that left bright red handprints blooming across pale flesh.
"Take it, you dirty little maid." Cassius growled, voice low and rough. "Take every inch deep in that filthy asshole of yours. Feel how deep I'm going? Feel how I'm stretching you open?"
Portia's moans were also broken, ecstatic things—high-pitched cries that dissolved into filthy pleas.
"Yes—Master—yes!♡~"
Portia sobbed back, pushing her hips backward to meet each brutal thrust.
"I feel it!♡~ I feel you in the deepest part of me—pulling out every bit of dirt—filling me up!♡~
"Fuck my asshole—please—harder—clean me—clean your filthy maid!♡~"
Aqua's own asshole clenched involuntarily at the words.
