As Nadia leaned over me, pouring warm oil into her palms and preparing to rub it onto my chest, a sudden knock echoed through the bedroom door.
"Who is it now?" Emilia moaned softly, clearly annoyed by the interruption. Even so, she didn't stop playing with my nipples, her fingers gently pinching and circling them as she lay beside me on her elbow.
"Let me check, Lady Emilia," Amira said quickly, her voice soft and obedient.
As the young maid turned and walked toward the door, her tight maid uniform rode up slightly from behind.
The short black dress clung to her juicy, plump ass, the hem lifting just enough to reveal the soft, delicious lower curves of her round cheeks. They jiggled gently with every step, looking incredibly tempting and full.
Amira carefully opened the door only a crack, just wide enough to speak to whoever was outside while carefully blocking the view into the room.
