Workers In My Kitchen II

A wave of shame, hot and intense, washed over me, but it was quickly drowned out by a tide of undeniable arousal. My pussy throbbed, a dull ache that demanded attention.

He knows. They all know.

"Get on your knees, Maria," Leo commanded, his voice low, a primal demand. "Show us how much you want us to fix you."

My knees felt weak, but I obeyed. The travertine tiles were cool against my skin as I knelt, my head bowed, my hair falling around my face. The silk robe ...