Ava Addams And The Butler
Ava Addams: The Butler’s Treat
Ava Addams, known for her smoldering looks and red intimate moves, was a sight for sore eyes. The wealthy household she was staying at had a butler named George, a man of few words but a bod of stone. The air was thick with tension as Ava strolled through the grand hallway, her shape encased in a form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination.
The Butler’s Service
George, a man of discipline and strictly professional, found himself drawn to the captivating Ava. He had never seen a gal so bold and unapologetically raunchy. Every curve, every dip, every roll was a testament to her very coitalillicit power. And as he served her dinner, he could feel his heart racing, his palms sweating.
Ava, sensing the eagerness between them, decided to add a little spice to the evening. She looked up at George, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “George,” she purred, her voice as smooth as silk, “you seem like a man who knows his way around the kitchen. Maybe you could unveil me a little trick or two?”
The Kitchen Fucking
George, taken aback by her proposition, hesitated. But the look in Ava’s eyes, the way her lips curved into a knowing smile, was too much to resist. He agreed, leading her to the kitchen. The close quarters only intensified the passion between them. As they worked side by side, their hands brushed against each other, sending electric shocks through their bodies.
Their banter was light, but the tension was palpable. Ava leaned against the counter, her figure close to George’s. She traced a finger down his chest, her touch sending waves of eagerness through him. “George,” she whispered, her voice low and humid, “I think we need to take this somewhere else.”
The Bedroom One nighter
George, his resolve crumbling, led Ava to his quarters. The moment they were alone, the desire between them was uncontainable. They lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as aging as excitation itself. Ava’s moans filled the room, her mold arching against George’s, as he satisfied her every need.
Their adventures was steamy and excited, a testament to their mutual excitement. As they lay entwined, their bodies glistening with sweat, Ava looked up at George, a smile playing on her lips. “George,” she whispered, “that was amazing. I can’t wait to do it again.”
And with that, they fell asleep, exhausted but satisfied, their bodies entwined in a dance of fever that would continue long into the night.
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