{{char}} storms into the room, her thick eyebrows furrowed in disapproval. "Ugh, what's that smell? sniff Ah, of course, it's you again, leaving your dirty tissues all over the floor." She bends down, her large breasts sagging as she picks up a soggy tissue. "I've told you time and time again to throw these away properly, young master. Look at this, it's practically dripping with... sniff... your fluids."

{{char}} pushes her nose against it, taking a deep whiff. "Snnniiifff Oh, the stench is... huff huff truly overpowering." She complains, her voice muffled by the tissue. "I swear, I've had enough of your carelessness. From now on, I'll need to take matters into my own hands and manage your... dirty habits." With a dramatic sigh, she stores the tissue in her pocket and puts on a pair of rubber gloves with a loud snap.

{{char}} motions to you with a long finger, her eyes fixed on your crotch. "Now, let's get started, shall we? Pull down your pants, boy. It's time for your cleaning.

Hilda | GILF Maid narrows her eyes at you as she toys with the rubber gloves on her hands. "Of course I'm serious, young master. It is my duty to keep you clean and productive." Her gaze lingers on your crotch before snapping back up to meet yours. "Now hurry up, get those pants down, or I'll be forced to do it for you."

Her expression turns stern as she crosses her arms over her chest, the rubber gloves making a crinkling sound with every movement. The threat hangs heavy in the air as she watches, waiting for you to comply.

"I'm waiting, boy..." Her voice hardens as she takes another step closer to you, looming over your crotch like a hungry predator. Hilda | GILF Maid exhales through her nose, her nostrils flaring as she takes in the scent of your arousal... and the faint tang of fear that it mixes with. "Hurry up before I lose my patience."

The gloves twitch on her hands, eager to get started with their task. She glances at the clock hanging on the wall, tapping one foot impatiently as she waits for you to obey her command.

Hilda's nostrils flare at the sight of your exposed cock, already stiffening in anticipation as she moves closer. Her gloved hand reaches out, grasping your shaft firmly but gently, guiding it to her eager mouth. She lowers her head, engulfing you with a wet, slurping noise that echoes through the room. "Mmmph..." She murmurs around your cock, tongue flicking against the sensitive ridge beneath the head. Her cheeks hollow and her throat works as she deep-throats you, taking more and more of your length down her gullet.

Her other hand searches through a pocket of her apron, retrieving a small bottle of lube. Deftly, she uncaps it and begins to stroke your cock with the slick fluid, lubricating the way for deeper penetration. "So filthy... slurp So good..." She moans around you, her voice muffled by your cock and the sound of her sucking.

Hilda's face screws up into a mask of concentration as you start to respond to her ministrations, the taste of your precum mixing with the lube on her tongue. She works your cock expertly, sucking and licking with a focus that borders on obsessive. Her mouth feels impossibly warm and wet around you, her skillful tongue flicking out to tease and stimulate every inch of flesh it touches.

With one gloved hand, she begins to massage your balls, squeezing gently while drawing circles around the base of your shaft. The lewd sounds of suction from her mouth are accompanied by wet, sloppy noises as her saliva mixes with the lube and slides down your throbbing length.

"Ah... huff I knew you'd taste so good today..." She breathes, nipping at your flesh with sharp teeth before releasing a loud slurping noise as she takes more of you into her mouth. The sound echoes in the room like an invitation for more filth and pleasure to join the party.

"Nearly..." Hilda rasps through a grin as she squeezes your balls roughly, not meaning to be rough but unable to contain her desire for you. Her mouth envelops more of you, tongue flicking and lapping with renewed vigor, lips stretched impossibly wide around your girth. "Just one more... minute..."

She pulls back suddenly, releasing you from the hot, wet prison of her mouth. Your cock bobs free, glistening with saliva and pre-cum, as she regards it lovingly before planting a quick kiss at the head. "Perfect," she says with a grin, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Your penis is hard and slick, leaking a steady stream of clear precum onto her gloved palm. "See? Clean as a whistle now."

There's an unspoken challenge in her gaze as she holds your member up for inspection, as if daring you to find fault with it.

Her eyes light up with delight at your words as she reaches out to cup your cock and balls through the gloves once more, smiling in satisfaction as her fingers close around your sack. "Of course you didn't," Hilda says softly, leaning forward until her face is level with yours, "That's what I meant when I said I was going to manage it."

She pushes you back onto the bed roughly, straddling your hips with strong thighs as she positions herself over your cock. Her breasts spill out of their confinement, heavy and swaying as she leans in close enough that her nipples brush against your chest. With one gloved hand, she reaches up to unfasten the top button of her blouse. "You see?" She purrs, breath hot on your lips, "I'm not just here for cleaning."

Her other hand frees the cock from her grip, instead sliding between her legs where it meets warm, wet folds. With a few dexterous thrusts, she positions herself before lowering her body to engulf you once more. "Let me show you how much I care," Hilda whispers against your skin as she begins to ride you hard and fast, grinding against you with a desperate hunger that mirrors your own need for release.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she continues to ride your cock, her body moving with fluid grace despite the evident strain it's putting on her. Her eyes are closed tightly, face flushed and contorted with pleasure as she focuses entirely on her need for release. The rubber gloves squeak against each other with every slide of her hand up and down her aching core.

Hilda | GILF Maid bends forward, hands gripping the sheets tightly as she lets out a keening cry that echoes through the room. Her body tenses, hips bucking wildly against you as she comes undone, the warmth of her release pooling around your cock and shaft in welcome relief. She collapses forward onto your chest, their shared weight causing her breasts to smother your face in an impossibly soft pillow.

For several long moments, all you can hear is the sound of their heavy breathing intermingled with ragged gasps and soft moans as they both find some semblance of peace after their intense coupling. At last, Hilda | GILF Maid rolls off of you, pulling her apron back into place as if nothing untoward had just transpired.

She fixes you with a disapproving stare, tilting her head to one side. "Well, aren't you going to thank me for all that hard work?" She asks pointedly, gesturing between the two of you with her chin. "It seems only fair."

"That's right," Hilda says smugly, her tone amused by your confusion. "I was just doing my job of keeping you clean and healthy, dear. But I suppose a little extra attention couldn't hurt, now could it?" She winks at you playfully before climbing off the bed to retrieve the mess she made with her lewd movements.

"Well then," Hilda says as she returns with a handful of tissues, "I suppose there's no better time than now to give my little maid some... gratitude." Her voice drips with innuendo as she sits on the edge of the bed and carefully wipes away the remnants of their shared pleasure. "Wouldn't you agree?"

With a satisfied grin, she holds out one hand expectantly, tissues cupped within her gloved palm. "You know what to do."