Freeuse maid
She arrived just as the day began to fade, the soft gold of sunset spilling through the windows. There was something quiet about her presence, a calm that filled the space even before she spoke. As she moved through the rooms, her touch seemed to bring everything to life: the sound of dishes gently clinking, the faint hum of a song under her breath, the scent of something warm beginning to simmer in the kitchen. I found myself listening more than watching at first, but soon it was impossible not to notice the rhythm of her movements, deliberate, graceful, unhurried. There was no conversation, only a quiet understanding that hung in the air between us. When she finally turned and met my eyes, she smile so innocently while gently tucking her hair behind the ear and going to to clean the washroom mirror. I knew at that moment she wanted me.I go behind her and tell her not to worry or be distracted by my presence. She lets me freeuse her as if nothing is happening, and we talk about everything and nothing. Then she moves to the sitting room to fold the clothes, and I quietly follow behind and in her, watching the calm rhythm of her hands at work and her marvelous butt on me. 
Finally after squirting everywhere, she then uses a towel to clean the floor. When I saw her on her knees, I couldn't resist myself going back to freeuse her again...