"It's like... you... you're trying to take over... the mansion," Akidna whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and apprehension.
Her long, raven-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the sunlight, and her voluptuous curves strained against the tight maid's uniform, the skirt scandalously short, barely covering the tops of her plump, creamy thighs.
Aiden's piercing gaze locked onto hers, his lips curling into a devilish smirk.
His calloused hand reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear with a tenderness that belied the fire in his eyes.
"Oh, my dear Akidna..." he purred, his voice low and dripping with sinful promise. His hand slid down, tracing the curve of her waist before cupping her generous, soft buttocks, squeezing firmly.
The fabric of her skirt rode up higher, exposing more of her luscious thighs, the sight making his cock twitch in his trousers.
