A Good Day's Work

I wipe the sweat from my brow, my tight uniform clinging to every curve as I scrub Totti's sprawling mansion. The heat is unbearable, turning my simple cleaning gig into a steamy torment. Exhausted, I plop down on the couch for just a second—big mistake. Totti catches me, his eyes blazing with that entitled fire. "No breaks on my dime, Martina," he snarls, grabbing my wrist and yanking me up against his hard body. He paid for VIP service, and he's claiming it now—ripping open my top, shoving me to my knees, his thick cock thrusting deep into my mouth before bending me over and pounding my dripping pussy until I'm screaming, covered in his hot load, utterly owned.