Teaching Giggy

Giggy’s their maid and she killed it today—floors gleaming, beds made, towels folded so tight you could bounce a coin off them. Now she’s perched on the counter, thighs wide, freshly showered scent mixing with that sharp horny smell of after-work lust. Bruno and Mia walk in grinning, already hard and wet for her. Mia rubs the seam of Giggy’s little black panties first, pushing the soaked fabric aside while Bruno sucks on one of the maid’s tits through her uniform. Then comes the patting—clit tapped, lips warmed—until one finger slides in, two, then three, and Mia’s wrist disappears knuckle-deep with that velvet squelch of pussy stretching around a firm fist. Giggy moans like she’s getting a raise, hips rolling, toes curling on the marble while Bruno strokes his cock to the sight. She’ll take the cash, sure, but she stays for these late-shift bonuses: fists in her cunt, ass on display, ready to clock overtime on any filthy extra they want.