My Horny Maid Shanti
Shanti rang the bell and entered. She was wearing a sweater. I stared at her questioningly wondering whether she followed his instruction and wore the sleeveless blouse that i had got for her. She smiled and acted as if she was shivering and held her sweater, as if to reply, that she wore the sweater because it was cold. I was mildly annoyed and angry though her smell of sweat hit me as she leaned closer. I loved her body odor. The more she smelled the more i wanted to fuck her brains. It had...