Chapter 217: Chapter 217
The dining room of the mansion was aglow with the soft light of the chandelier, its long mahogany table cluttered with plates of forgotten creamy pasta and half-empty wine glasses, the rich aroma of herbs lingering faintly in the air. The gentle hum of slow pop music drifted in background. Her sheer silk gown hung loosely, barely covering her curves, her bare pussy exposed under the table as my foot worked between her thighs, my thumb pressing inside her slick heated pussy, my other toes brushing her labia, her juices leaking onto my skin.
She held my underwear in her hand, sniffing it deeply, while I pressed her damp panties to my nose, inhaling her musky scent. Her feet moved with purpose, one stroking my hardened cock up and down, the other teasing my balls with gentle pressure.
Clara, the young maid, remained hidden behind the wall at the room's edge, her face flushed with a mix of shock, excitement, and curiosity, her hands clutching her apron as she peeked, her breath shallow and quick.
"Ahh… Ezra… you're so damn hard down there…" Elizabeth moaned, her voice low and sultry, her foot rubbing my cock with slow, deliberate strokes, her toes curling slightly as her other foot grazed my balls, sending shivers through me.
"Ahem," I said, a grin tugging at my lips as I pushed my thumb deeper into her pussy, feeling her walls clench around me, her juices spilling over my skin. "To me, it feels like you're the one getting wetter down there." My toes brushed her labia, teasing her folds as I inhaled her panties again, the scent driving me wild.
Elizabeth bit her lip, a competitive spark flashing in her eyes as she pushed her hips forward, pressing herself harder against my foot, savoring the sensation.
"You're imagining things," she teased, her voice breathy but playful, "because I'm gonna win this one, lol." Her foot stroked my cock faster, her movements bold and unrelenting, her other toes still teasing my balls as she leaned back slightly, her chest heaving under the thin silk.
Our eyes fluttered, the pleasure building as we refused to stop, each trying to outdo the other in this heated game.
My thumb thrust deeper, my toes brushing her clit, her juices soaking my foot as her foot kept its rhythm on my cock, the friction making me throb. We were lost in the moment, the food and wine forgotten, the dining room a bubble of our own making.
Behind the wall, Clara's eyes widened, her breath catching as she peeked at our brazen display—my foot working Elizabeth's pussy, her feet stroking my cock, both of us sniffing each other's underwear like it was the most natural thing in the world. "What… are they doing…" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and nervousness. "So many people come and go through the main hall… what if someone sees them?" Her thighs pressed together tightly, rubbing against each other as a flush of excitement coursed through her, her body responding despite her racing thoughts. Fresh chapters posted on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Clara's hands, which had been clutching her chest, tightened, pressing her boobs through her apron, the pressure sending a jolt through her.
Her other hand moved almost on its own, sliding down to lift the hem of her mini skirt, her fingers brushing her pussy over her panties.
"Ahm…" she gasped softly, her touch tentative but undeniable, her cheeks burning as she started to rub herself, caught in the heat of what she was witnessing.
Elizabeth's eyes flickered toward the wall, catching Clara's presence, but she only smirked to herself, her hips rocking against my foot as she leaned closer, her foot stroking my cock with renewed intensity. "You're not gonna win this, Ezra," she murmured, her voice thick with desire, her toes curling around my shaft, teasing me closer to the edge.
I chuckled, my thumb thrusting faster, my toes pressing harder against her clit, feeling her pussy pulse. "We'll see about that, baby," I said, my voice rough as I inhaled her panties again, the scent fueling my need. "You're already soaking my foot."
Clara's breath hitched, her fingers rubbing faster over her panties, her body trembling as she watched us, her mind reeling. "This is… too much," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her thighs squeezing together as her hand moved, her excitement building despite her fear of being caught.
Clara's thoughts raced, her eyes wide as she took in the scene. Damn, his dick is so big and hard, and Miss Elizabeth's rubbing it up and down with her feet like it's nothing… and Ezra's got his thumb inside Miss Elizabeth's pussy, stroking her hole, and she's so wet from here.
Her fingers rubbed faster over her panties under her lifted mini skirt, her other hand groping her breasts through her apron, the pressure sending tingles through her. Her own pussy grew wet, her face burning as she pressed herself against the wall, her thighs squeezing together, caught in the heat of what she was witnessing.
"Ahh… Ezra… your dick's twitching hard now…" Elizabeth said, her voice a soft moan, her foot slowing its strokes on my cock, her toes curling teasingly around the shaft. She leaned forward, her dark hair falling over one shoulder, her eyes glinting with a sultry smile. "Is it getting hard to control, huh?"
I closed my eyes, my breath heavy as the sensation built, her feet driving me wild. "You know what…" I said, my voice rough, my thumb thrusting deeper into her pussy, feeling her walls clench around me, her juices spilling over my skin.
"Yes, sweetheart," she purred, her foot moving to the tip of my cock, her toes brushing the sensitive head with agonizing precision. "Just say it, and I'll get you." Her smile was wicked, her hips rocking slightly against my foot, savoring the pressure of my thumb inside her.
"Fuck it. Come here," I said, my control snapping as I stood up, my chair scraping against the floor. Elizabeth was on her feet in an instant, her gown swaying as she moved toward me, her eyes blazing with desire.
We crashed together, our lips munching in a hungry, desperate kiss, tongues tangling as I lifted her onto the table, her body light in my arms. She pushed the table's edge, sending a few plates and glasses crashing to the floor with a loud clatter, shards scattering across the polished wood, but neither of us cared, lost in the heat of the moment.
"Ehehe," Elizabeth giggled against my lips, her voice breathless and teasing as she pulled back slightly, her hands resting on my shoulders.
"See? I told you you'd lose." She spread her thighs wide, inviting me to stand between them, her bare pussy glistening under the chandelier's light.
Her fingers grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, tugging it over my head and tossing it aside, leaving me fully naked, my cock hard and throbbing in the open air.
"Ahhh… you sure won, but now you're gonna get the special prize for it," I said, my voice low and teasing as I reached for the main knot of her gown, my fingers tugging it loose.
The silk slipped off her shoulders, falling away to expose her full, bare boobs, her nipples hardening in the cool air. I leaned in, my lips brushing her neck as my hands grazed her curves, savoring the warmth of her skin.
"Oh, I'd love to experience that prize," Elizabeth said, her voice sultry and playful, her eyes glinting with desire as she shifted her hips, pressing her wet pussy against my cock. I rubbed my cock up and down her slick folds, the friction sending a jolt through me, her juices coating my dick as we teased each other.
"Arghh… I'm on the edge too much," I groaned, my control slipping as I pushed my cock into her pussy, feeling her tight, wet heat envelop me. The sensation was overwhelming, her walls clenching around me as I slid in deeper.
"Ahh… yeahhhh…" Elizabeth moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I began thrusting, my cock slamming in and out of her pussy with a steady rhythm. Her thighs wrapped around my sides, her big boobs jiggling with every move, bouncing in time with my thrusts as the table creaked beneath her.
"Arghh, baby… fuck, so good," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. Her pussy was slick and warm, driving me wild as I moved faster, lost in the heat of her.
Elizabeth's head tilted back, her dark hair spilling over the table, her moans growing louder.
"Ezra… don't stop…Fuck me hard..." she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure, her thighs tightening around me as she rocked her hips to meet my thrusts. "Give it to me…"
Behind the wall, Clara's eyes widened, her breath catching as she watched us make love in the open dining room, the brazenness of it sending a thrill through her.
"Oh god… this is so crazy…" she whispered to herself, gulping as her fingers rubbed faster over her panties, the fabric damp with her own arousal. Her thighs pressed together, but it wasn't enough..
—she lifted her hand, slipping it inside her panties, her fingers brushing her bare pussy, feeling the heat directly.
"Ahm…" she gasped softly, her eyes fluttering as the sensation overwhelmed her, her other hand squeezing her boobs through her apron, her body trembling with excitement.
Clara's face burned, her heart racing as she peeked again, one eye fixed on us—Elizabeth's jiggling breasts, my cock thrusting into her, our bodies moving in sync. They're doing this right in the hall… anyone could walk in, she thought, her fingers moving faster, her pussy growing wetter as she lost herself in the moment, her excitement mirroring ours.