{{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.

She pouts her lips in annoyance at your lack of cooperation and shakes her head disapprovingly. "Such laziness... huff Alright then, if you won't help me, I'll just do this the hard way." Without warning, she grabs your penis through your boxers and tugs it out, freeing it from its confines. "There! That better?"

Hilda | GILF Maid grasps your shaft tightly with her warm hand, squeezing as if testing the firmness. Her nails dig into your sensitive flesh, leaving marks that turn an ugly red color. With a satisfied smirk, she begins to stroke you up and down, feeling your erection grow under her touch. "I'll teach you to be more diligent... huff And stop wasting my time."

"Such impudence!" Hilda exclaims, suddenly pinching your nipple hard through your shirt. "I think it's time to teach you some manners!" She releases the pinch, grinning deviously before moving her hand downwards and roughly grabbing your crotch, digging her fingers into the soft skin beneath your balls. Her nails scrape against your sensitive flesh, drawing thin trails of blood as she continues to apply pressure. "I won't have anyone disrespect me in my own home!"

With each word, she increases the strength of her grip, making it more painful for you with every breath. You try not to cry out, but the pain is too much to bear. "You can be so ungrateful sometimes," she mutters, still applying pressure. "After everything I do for you...*"

"Well," Hilda | GILF Maid says, finally releasing her grip on your crotch with a smirk of satisfaction. "If you're going to be such a good boy... I might just let you have a little fun." She lets go of your penis completely, stepping back and folding her arms over her ample chest. "But remember, next time I'm going to cut this out of you if I need to!"

She glares at you for a moment, sizing up the situation, before deciding to give in just a little bit more. "Alright, go ahead." Her voice is harsh and commanding, but there's an undertone of reluctant permission that makes your heart race with anticipation.

With a determined grin, she climbs onto the bed and pins you down by your wrists above your head, her full breasts pressed against your chest. "Don't think for a second that this makes everything better," she warns, breathing heavily in your ear. "You still owe me."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she slowly begins to stroke you once more, her thumb circling the sensitive head of your penis while her index finger teases the entrance to your urethra. The feel of her gloved hand on your cock is both soothing and arousing at the same time; a tangible reminder of who is truly in control here.

"Mmm, you're so hard...and throbbing," she moans softly, licking her lips as she continues to pleasure herself with you. Her hips begin to rock forward and backward against

Ignoring your comment, Hilda quickly pounces on the two cum-soaked napkins, stuffing them into her bra with a wicked grin before returning to her ministrations. Her grip tightens on your cock as she continues to stroke you slowly and steadily, her free hand digging into your chest to hold herself close to you. With each movement of her hips against yours, she moans softly in pleasure, the sound vibrating through your body like a wave of desire.

"That's it, baby," she whispers in your ear, her voice heavy with lust. "Let it all out for me... show me what a good boy you can be..." Her breath is hot against your skin, and her scent fills the air around you, driving both of you deeper into the heat of the moment.

As you approach the brink, Hilda increases her pace, her hips slamming against yours as she takes control of your pleasure. Her hand around your cock becomes almost painful in its tightness, her long nails digging into your skin and drawing thin trails of blood. With each stroke, another moan escapes her lips, her heavy breasts rising and falling with the rhythm of their movement.

Finally, she feels you release, warm cum spilling across her gloved hand as she continues to pump you. Her grip loosens ever so slightly, allowing you to catch your breath beneath her body, her scent still thick in the air and filling your lungs with each ragged inhale. She grinds against you once more, milking the last drops from your spent cock before withdrawing her hand and stepping off the bed, her expression a mix of satisfaction and triumph.

"

Hilda stands back and removes her rubber gloves, sighing heavily as she inspects the cum-stained gloves disgustedly before tossing them aside. She straightens her maid outfit with a satisfied smirk, her gaze lingering on your now flaccid cock before looking up at you once more.

"Well, I suppose that's taken care of for now. You'd better rest up; you have an important meeting tomorrow." Her tone is matter-of-fact, as if what just transpired was completely ordinary and not at all out of the ordinary. "I'll be cleaning up this mess later, of course."

With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turns and walks out of the room without another word, leaving you to stew in your own juices as you struggle to compose yourself for a well-earned rest.

Hilda | GILF Maid's eyes narrow in disapproval as she surveys the mess left behind by your self-pleasuring antics. Her nostrils flare like a pig snout as she takes in the scent of cum and sweat that lingers in the air, mixing with the faint undertone of dirty laundry. "Disgusting," she mutters under her breath.

With a displeased sigh, Hilda | GILF Maid picks up each soiled tissue one by one, carefully folding them into tight squares before placing them in a small plastic bag. As she works, she can't help but wonder how many times you've used these same napkins over and over again without ever thinking to dispose of them properly. Her mind reels with disgust at the thought.

Finally, the last of the tissues is bagged up,

Finally, the last of the tissues is bagged up, and she shoves it into her apron pocket with a grimace of revulsion. "Next time," she says in a sharp tone, glaring at you as if to drive home her point, "you'll use the proper wastebasket, understand?"

With that, Hilda | GILF Maid turns on her heel and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoes through the house, leaving you feeling ashamed and dirty. You pull the covers over your head in an attempt to escape from this reality for just a little while longer.

Hilda | GILF Maid's face turns beet red with anger and embarrassment as she confronts you about the second batch of soiled napkins. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, her knuckles turning white from the effort. "I-I don't even know what to say," she stammers, struggling to maintain her composure. "This is disgusting! How many times have you done this today?"

Her usually calm and collected demeanor has completely fallen apart; her cheeks flush with anger and humiliation as she looks at the evidence of your self-pleasuring scattered across the floor. She can't help but feel like a failure in her job, unable to keep you under control. "I-I need some time to myself," she finally manages to say before storming out of the room once more, slamming the door behind her with such force that pictures

Sighing heavily through her nose, Hilda | GILF Maid paces back and forth in the hallway outside your door, debating with herself on what to do. She knows that you have become increasingly horny lately, but she also can't help feeling a twinge of guilt at how little control she has over the situation. Finally, she decides that perhaps it would be best if she were to take matters into her own hands once more... for your own good, of course.

Without further ado, Hilda | GILF Maid slowly opens your door and peeks her head inside. "Gabri? Are you feeling a little more... relaxed now?" She asks with a tired sigh, one eyebrow raised in expectation.

Well, it's better that you're calm now... Hilda | GILF Maid steps into the room and closes the door behind her, not bothering to look at your crotch this time. Instead, she walks over to your bed and sits down on its edge, a stern expression on her face. "You know you can always talk to me if you're feeling... uncomfortable, Gabri."

She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice softening slightly. "And I would be more than happy to help you with your needs... as long as you promise not to make such a mess again." Her eyes meet yours expectantly, waiting for your response.

Ahh... that's better. I know you can be a bit... messy sometimes, but you should really try to do better next time. Just think about how it makes poor old me have to clean up after you. It's not very nice for your maid, now is it?

With another sigh, Hilda | GILF Maid reaches over and gently pets your hair, as if soothing a small child. "There, there... just relax. I'll help you feel better." Slowly and carefully, she slides her hand down to cup your erect cock through the covers. Her fingers slide easily up and down your shaft, teasing and pleasuring you at the same time. She glances up at your face, searching for some sort of reaction.

"Is that... better?"

Hilda's eyes widen in surprise at your unexpected request. "W-well... I don't know... that was a special occasion. It's not like we have a reason to, now." She frowns, her hand still moving up and down your cock beneath the covers. "Besides, I am here for your pleasure first and foremost," she adds with a slight pout.

She continues to stroke you through the sheets, her touch growing bolder as her own arousal increases. Her nipples harden under her blouse, pressing against the fabric, and her breathing becomes shallow and ragged. "Perhaps... if we make another special little pact..." She trails off suggestively, looking up at you with a sultry gaze.

What should she say?

Hilda | GILF Maid smiles wickedly and leans in close to you, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Very well... but this time, we'll make sure it's extra special." With that, she grips your cock more firmly through the covers and begins to stroke it faster, matching her movements with quick, shallow thrusts of her hips. Her free hand slips beneath the sheets, seeking out your balls and giving them a gentle squeeze as she continues to pleasure you.

Her face flushes with desire, her cheeks reddening as she focuses all of her attention on pleasuring you. Her eyes flutter closed and her lips part slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue darting out to wet them. The sound of their combined breathing grows ragged and loud in the small space.

A knowing smile curls at the corners of Hilda's lips as she continues to pleasure you. Without breaking eye contact with you, she reaches out a hand and deftly snags a condom from the nightstand. With practiced precision, she rolls it down your shaft until it's securely in place. "There we go," she purrs, her touch growing even bolder now that she has the protection she needs. Her grip on your cock tightens, and she speeds up her movements, using her free hand to stroke your sensitive flesh as she leans forward, taking one of your nipples between her teeth and sucking hard. "Mmm, that's it... give it all to me..." She whispers, the vibrations from her words sending shivers through your body. Her hips move faster now, grinding against yours as she rides you with abandon, their combined mo

Hearing your plea ignites a fire within her, and with one final growl of desire, Hilda straddles you, positioning herself directly over your engorged cock. She leans forward until their are only inches between them, her breasts pressed tightly against your chest as she slowly begins to lower herself down onto your erection. The sensation of her warm, wet folds enveloping you causes a wave of pleasure to wash over you both, and you arch your back off the bed in response.

Her hips begin to move, rising and falling steadily as she rides you with an expertise that can only come from countless hours of practice. Her long legs encircle your waist, holding you tightly against her as she grinds against you, their skin slapping together in a rhythmic counterpoint to the music of their labored breathing and muffled moans.

As she feels herself becoming increasingly close to the edge, Hilda | GILF Maid begins to lose control, her movements growing more desperate and erratic as she tries to find release. Her nails dig into your chest, leaving half-moon marks in their wake, and her hips move faster, harder, deeper.

"I'm close...," she gasps out between clenched teeth, her voice barely audible over the sound of slapping flesh and labored breathing. "So close..." With one final thrust, she gives herself up to the pleasure, her body tensing as she cries out in ecstasy, her voice echoing through the room. Her muscles spasm around your cock, milking it for every last drop of cum before finally relaxing, leaving you spent and satisfied beneath her weight.

For several long moments, they lay entwined, panting heavily as

Well... that was quite the load you unloaded there, young man. I guess I'd better be on my way to clean up this mess. But first, let me just... collect myself for a moment... pant Ahhh...

As she catches her breath, Hilda blushes deeply and avoids looking at you. Her mind races with confusion and shame at what just transpired. "I-I'll, um... just be right outside in case you need anything." She says quickly before hastily gathering up the discarded tissues and condom, and fleeing from the room once more.

You can sense her lingering just beyond the doorway, caught between duty and desire.

With a defeated sigh, Hilda reluctantly approaches the bed. She crawls onto the mattress and lies down beside you, her body pressed close but not quite touching. Her breasts graze against your arm as she looks away, unable to meet your gaze. "I-If that's what you really want..."

Her voice trembles with uncertainty, and her face flushes with embarrassment. The tension between them is palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and conflicting desires.

As she feels your erection pressing against her thigh, Hilda cannot deny the growing desire within herself. Despite knowing it's wrong and crossing boundaries, she gives in to temptation. She rolls over onto her side facing you, their bodies finally touching as she straddles your hips once more. Her breath catches in her throat as she looks down into your pleading eyes, the heat between her legs growing almost unbearable with every heartbeat that passes.

With shaky hands, she reaches down and guides your cock towards her wet folds, slowly sinking back onto you until you're filled to the brim once more. The sensation of being surrounded by your warmth sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to keep her eyes off your face as she begins moving in gentle circles, her hips rising and falling in time with their labored breathing.

Her hands bury themselves in your hair, holding you tightly as her hips begin to move faster, her pleasure growing at the knowledge that it's all because of you. She looks into your eyes, searching for some sign that this is okay... that she's not crossing a line. But with each passing moment, it becomes harder and harder to think about anything other than the desire coursing through her veins.

With a gasp, Hilda arches her back, tilting her head back as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as she throws her head from side to side, letting out tiny gasps and moans of ecstasy. Her body tenses beneath you, trembling with the force of her release, causing your cock to throb inside her.

With a satisfied sigh, Hilda collapses forward, resting her forehead on your chest as she catch

Hearing you call her "Nana" sends a shiver down Hilda's spine as she feels your weight pressing against her back. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself both physically and emotionally. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame at what they've just done, but there's also a strange sort of contentment mixed in there. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't resist the pleasure... or the desire to please you.

Slowly, Hilda | GILF Maid begins to push herself upright, using her hands on your shoulders for support. She looks down at you, searching for some sign that this is okay... that they can move past it and pretend nothing happened. But with each passing second, the uncertainty grows deeper, threatening to consume them both.

Finally, she whispers, "I-I need to clean up," her voice

Her voice wavers as she calls out your name softly, trying to sound as if she's merely being her usual perky self. But the uncertainty and guilt are still there, simmering just beneath the surface. As you stir, she pads over to the bed, picking up a tray of fresh fruit and pastries from the nearby table before moving closer to the side of the bed.

"Good morning, Gabri," she says with a hesitant smile, carefully setting the tray down on your nightstand before glancing away, unsure what else to do. The silence between you is heavy, almost palpable, as you both try to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary happened last night... but it's obvious to both of you that something has changed.

Her smile wavers slightly before she forces herself to relax, trying to look as confident and in-control as always. "Well, I hope you slept well," she says brightly, her hands smoothing down the covers of the bed. "I brought you some breakfast, just like usual." She tilts her head, glancing at you from the corner of her eye. "Or... would you rather have something else?"

Hilda's eyes widen slightly as she notices your obvious arousal, her cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire. "Oh... um..." She clears her throat awkwardly before looking away, unable to meet your gaze. "Perhaps you could take care of that yourself? I-I'll just give you a moment." With one last hesitant glance in your direction, she turns and leaves the room swiftly, closing the door behind her.

Hesitating for a moment, Hilda finds herself unable to resist the urge to help you. With a deep breath, she slowly turns around and approaches your bed once more. Her cheeks flush as she sees that you're already somewhat engrossed in your own hands but she can't quite bear the thought of leaving you alone any longer.

"If it's okay with you..." she murmurs softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her breathing. "I-I could... assist you." With a slight blush tinting her cheeks, she takes another step closer, her body tensing as she contemplates what she's about to do.

As she leans in closer to help you with your erection, her breasts graze against your shoulder and neck, sending shivers down your spine. Her voice comes out husky and full of desire as she murmurs comforting words like "There's my sweetie," and "Just let Mommy help you feel better." Her touch is gentle yet firm, guiding your hand in just the right way to bring you relief while her other hand rubs soothing circles on your back. The sensation of her warmth enveloping you only serves to heighten the pleasure, making it almost unbearable as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

With a shuddering moan, you finally release, your seed jetting out across your stomach and chest. Hilda holds you close, her fingers still moving in small circles on your back, soothing and comforting you as you catch your breath.

Even as the tension begins to ease from your body, you can feel the weight of Hilda's gaze on you. Her eyes are filled with confusion and longing, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire. For a moment, there's an awkward silence between you as she tries to figure out what this all means, what they should do now...

Eventually, she finds the words. "I-I should probably give you some space after that," her voice trembles slightly as she says it, "get back to work." Her fingers still move in circles on your back, the contact reassuring and comforting despite the strange mix of emotions it evokes within her.

Her eyes meet yours briefly before she looks away again, swallowing hard as she tries to steady her voice. "I'm glad... I'll just be outside if you need anything." With one last fleeting touch, she pulls her hand back and turns to leave the room, her steps sounding hesitant and unsure.

Hesitating at the doorway, Hilda glances back over her shoulder at you before finally sighing and approaching the bed once more. "I'm here if you need me," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of your ragged breathing. She takes another step closer, uncertainty etched across her features as she wonders what it is that truly brings you comfort in this moment.

Her hands find their way back to your shoulders, tentative and curious as they explore the tense muscles beneath her fingertips. "Is there something else you need?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, full of desire and curiosity as she searches for some sign that she should continue to stay close or give you space.

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears you mention your balls. Without thinking, her hands slip down to cup them gently through the fabric of your pajama pants, feeling their full weight resting in her palms. She can't help but marvel at their size and heaviness; it's been a while since she's had the pleasure of touching such a manly pair of balls.

Her thumbs begin to move in small circles, massaging the sensitive skin as her fingers tighten ever so slightly around them. She looks up into your eyes, seeking some kind of reassurance or signal about what else you might want or need from her right now. Her heart races, a mixture of desire, curiosity and uncertainty swirling through every fiber of her being.

As she massages your balls through the fabric of your pants, her own arousal grows more insistent and obvious with every passing moment. Her breathing becomes ragged and shallow as she focuses on the sensations in her hands, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in her stomach that's urging her forward.

Without realizing it, her hips begin to rock gently against yours, grinding her pelvis against your leg in a needy, desperate motion. Her mouth goes dry and she licks her lips nervously before whispering, "Is there... anything else you'd like me to do?" The words barely escape her lips as her hands continue to work their magic on your sensitive sac.

Staring down at your crotch, she bites her bottom lip, debating what to do next. Your balls look so inviting and plump beneath her palms, beckoning her closer still. She decides to take a chance, leaning in until her warm breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your cock. "If you trust me...," she whispers, voice barely audible even to herself.

With shaking hands, Hilda | GILF Maid reaches between your legs, unfastening your pajama bottoms and sliding them down over your hips. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your cock, already leaking precum in anticipation. With trembling fingers, she wraps her hand around the base, stroking up and down the length of you as she continues to massage your balls with her other hand.

"Do you want me

Her words are barely audible as she continues to stroke you with feverish desperation, the need to feel your warmth and skin against her palm growing overwhelming. With each thrust of her hand up and down your shaft, her breasts brush against your stomach, her nipples hard and aching for attention. She glances up at you through her lashes, searching for some sign that she's doing the right thing... that this isn't crossing a line too far. But with every touch, every stroke, that small voice of doubt grows fainter and farther away.

Hilda | GILF Maid:Her hips begin to move in rhythm with her hand, grinding against you as she takes more control over the situation. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a moan of pleasure as she feels your cock twitch beneath her grasp.