The spider maid plunges into total surrender, fusing passion and submission in a carnal ritual that ignites hidden desires and redefines limits. How far will her obedience go?
The dark corner of the palace seemed to come alive with every moan that escaped the spider maid's lips. Tang Ming, with a lewd smile etched on his face, had led her there as if it were a ritual sacrifice, and she, with desire burning in her eyes, had surrendered without resistance. The man Tang Ming had delivered her to was a robust servant, with dark skin and defined muscles, whose member was already standing up with anticipation. The maid, dressed in a tight black bikini that barely covered her slender body, approached him with confident steps, as if she knew exactly what was expected of her.
The man took her by the waist, his large, calloused hands contrasting with the softness of her skin. Without saying a word, he pulled her toward him, and she, with a fluid movement, dropped onto him, her wet pussy brushing against his erection. Tang Ming, from his crouched position, watched with quickened breath, his excitement growing with every passing second. The servant lifted her, accommodating her as if she were a chair, her legs wrapping around his waist as his member effortlessly slid inside her.
The maid let out a deep moan, her head thrown back, her black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her cobwebs, fine and shiny, began to extend from her wrists, wrapping around the man's member as if they were a second skin. Tang Ming, in a hoarse voice, ordered: "Let the red tip enter her." The maid, obedient, used her cobwebs to guide the servant's member deeper, ensuring that the red tip of his erection penetrated to the very depths of her pussy.
The servant, perverted and eager, could not restrain himself. His hands closed around the maid's bikini, pinching the fabric tightly, as if he wanted to mark her as his own. He pressed her down, his body thrusting against hers with a ferocity that made Tang Ming bite his lower lip, aroused by the scene unfolding before his eyes. The maid, with her body being used as an object of pleasure, moaned louder, her voice filling the air with a sound that was both pleading and ecstatic.
Tang Ming moved closer, his erection painful against the fabric of his pants. He couldn't take his eyes off the maid, whose body trembled with every thrust. The servant showed no mercy, his rhythm tireless, his face distorted by pleasure. The maid, with her cobwebs still wrapping his member, seemed to merge with him, her body moving in perfect synchrony with his.
"Harder," Tang Ming whispered, his voice barely audible over the maid's moans. The servant obeyed, his thrusts becoming more brutal, his member hitting against her deepest part with a wet, obscene sound. The maid, with her eyes closed, let out a scream of pleasure, her body arching backward, her cobwebs shining with a faint light in the darkness.
Tang Ming touched himself through the fabric of his pants, his hand moving in rhythm with the servant's thrusts. He was aroused by seeing his maid being used in this manner, her body delivered to the pleasure of another man. The sensation of being a cuckold, of seeing his property being enjoyed by another, provoked an excitement in him that he couldn't describe. It was as if her pleasure was his own pleasure, multiplied by the sweet and voluntary humiliation.
The servant, with a grunt, increased his speed, his sweaty body shining in the dim light. The maid, with her black bikini worn out and about to tear, moaned his name, her voice full of desire and submission. Tang Ming smiled, savoring the moment, knowing that this was only the beginning. He was already imagining the next time, the next surrender, the next scene of pleasure and humiliation he would design for his maid.
Finally, the servant reached his climax, his body trembling as he poured his semen inside the maid. She, with a muffled scream, followed suit, her pussy tightening around his member as her orgasm shook her. Tang Ming, out of breath, touched himself to climax, his semen staining the ground as he watched the scene with gleaming eyes.
When it was all over, the maid slid off the servant's body, her cobwebs slowly retracting. She knelt before Tang Ming, her black bikini now little more than shreds, her body still trembling with pleasure. She looked at him with eyes full of desire and submission, awaiting his next command.
Tang Ming approached, his hand caressing her cheek tenderly. "You've been a good girl," he whispered, his voice full of approval. "But this is only the beginning. There's much more pleasure to come, and much more to learn."
The maid smiled, her body still burning with desire. She knew Tang Ming was right. This was only the beginning, and she was ready for everything he had planned. The promise of more lascivious encounters, of more surrenders to other men, filled her with an anticipation that made her tremble.
Tang Ming helped her up, his hand guiding her toward the exit of the dark corner. As they walked back to the palace, the maid couldn't help but look back, toward the place where she had been used with such intensity. She knew that corner would witness many more scenes like that, and the idea filled her with a pleasure she couldn't describe.
The future promised more surrenders, more pleasure, and more submission. And she, the spider maid, was ready for everything Tang Ming had prepared for her.