Alpha Enzo's Mate is a Maid

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" into my ears as his fingers traveled down my thighs. I squeezed my thighs as I remembered the way his fingers found their way to my pussy and how his fingers worked wonders on my pussy, sending me to another part of the wor

f him and pleasing myself. This was my third time doing this. I knew it was becoming a habit, a

gers as I began to thrust it slowly in and out of my wet pussy. The feeling was top-notch as I increased the pace; he was the only one on my mind as my moans filled the bathroom. His face, his body, his voice-everything was clear

ld use it to wrap myself, I saw Aunt Patricia in front of me, immediately landing a heavy slap

think hiding would make me reconsider my decision about you serving Alpha Enzo as hi

iding... I

the dining room immediately. I want you to be present before he arrives. I don't want him to be suspi

ound my body before rushing to my room and changing into my maid's outfit. I didn't pack my hair properly as I

llow maid. The tray she was holding fell to the ground

ry." I a

u're going," sh

ting away without even hearing what she had to say. As I made my way to the dining room, I could feel everyon

g her eyes at me. "She shouldn't be here. I don't want t

mom said with a St

have enough maids here to help with servi

eing here; besides, she is here f

cut her off immediately. "Enough. I don't want t

cold," she said while looking at me with a scowl on her face. "Since yo

my daughter. Well, be on your way and be fast about it."

ling to me, and I didn't know why I was feeling this way. Just then, this intoxicating but familiar scent wafted int

room, my eyes met the eyes of the person I wasn't expecting to see again. The stranger from the night six months ago. He was here, sitting down on

the cup I was holding, and it crashed onto the gro