The house was a hive of oddity—young men, all chiseled and silent, darted about in tight latex maid outfits, black and shiny, dusting shelves, polishing silver. xhamster C’mon. She stepped out, gravel crunching under her Chelsea boots—black, scuffed, practical—her grey jeans and loose button-up shirt screaming I don’t care, though they hugged her slim frame just enough to hint at curves she rarely flaunted. The house was a hive of oddity—young men, all chiseled and silent, darted about in tight latex maid outfits, black and shiny, dusting shelves, polishing silver. “Oh, I will,” she purred, nails tracing Lena’s jaw—not cutting, just teasing—then down her throat, circling a nipple, watching it harden. “Quite the staff,” she said dryly, but Seraphina just smiled, leading her to a parlor where two red velvet armchairs
