maid cosplay blowjob: Exclusive Must-Have

So there’s this maid cosplay blowjob moment I still think about—she showed up in that little black dress with the frilly apron, lace headband, and white thigh-highs, looking all shy at first. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she knelt between my knees, pulling the apron aside. The room smelled faintly of her perfume and laundry soap, and the floorboards creaked whenever she shifted. She started slow, one hand wrapped around the base, her tongue tracing lazy circles before she took me deeper. I could feel the wet heat of her mouth, the slight scrape of her teeth, and she kept looking up with those wide eyes. She got sloppier, letting spit run down her chin, then pushed further until I hit the back of her throat and she held it there, throat working around me. My hand found the back of her head, not pushing, just resting, and she leaned into it, taking more, faster, until I was practically fucking her face. She pulled off, gasping, strings of saliva connecting us, then finished me with her hand, aiming every last pulse into her open mouth. She swallowed, wiped her lips with the back of her wrist, and laughed, still wearing the headband.