Cleaning Your Cock: A Maids Dream Come True

Lust Labz

Lexis Star

The golden afternoon light spilled through the grand windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the warm, still air. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I watched you relax into the plush armchair, your gaze a tangible warmth upon my skin. The soft scent of lemon polish and your cologne mingled, creating an intoxicating perfume that made my head feel light. My fingers, usually so sure with a dusting cloth, trembled slightly as I approached, drawn by an invisible, magnetic pull. The quiet space between us grew thick with unspoken words and a longing so profound it stole my breath. I knelt before you, not in servitude, but in reverence, my eyes tracing the weary lines of your face. A soft sigh escaped your lips as my hand, with the gentlest touch, came to rest upon your arm, a silent question in the gesture. The world outside the windows seemed to fade into a distant, unimportant blur, leaving only this sacred, silent understanding. In your eyes, I saw not a boss, but a soul whose quiet burdens I yearned to soothe with my devotion. This was no simple chore, but the fulfillment of a dream I never dared to whisper, a connection that cleansed far more than any surface ever could.