The halls of the Elson estate were silent at midnight.
Silent... except for the low growl of Ragga's stomach.
"Fucking hell..." he muttered, one hand on his bare abs, the other casually adjusting his already semi-hard cock under the loose silk pants he wore to bed.
"All that fucking today... and not a damn meal afterward?"
The mansion stretched out around him like a seductive labyrinth — dark velvet halls, cold marble underfoot.
And yet, despite the vastness... the kitchen called to him.
Specifically: the thought of sneaking a forbidden midnight snack, licking sweet cream from his fingers... or maybe, just maybe, finding a busty little temptress waiting for him there.
"This place has no shame," he thought, smirking.
"Might as well enjoy it."
He slipped into the massive kitchen.
Rows of gleaming copper pots, cooling pies, fresh loaves of bread.
The smell of butter and sugar was so thick it made his mouth water.
On the counter: a platter of pastries — thick, golden cream puffs piled high, the cream oozing out obscenely.
Without hesitation, Ragga dipped his finger into a thick dollop of cream and licked it slowly, letting it coat his tongue.
"Mmhh..." he moaned low in his throat, savoring the rich sweetness.
"Haaah~ Young master, you really do have a dirty little mouth, don't you?" purred a sultry voice from the shadows.
Ragga froze.
Out stepped Sera — the kitchen maid.
Thick, creamy thighs hugged by garter straps.
Hips so wide they swung like a metronome with every teasing step.
Her apron was scandalously short, fluttering around her plush ass, no panties in sight.
And those tits.
Massive. Jiggly. Barely contained by a tight corset that pushed her plump breasts almost up to her chin, soft, heavy flesh wobbling with every breath.
Her skin shone with a soft sheen of sweat from working the ovens, giving her an irresistible, freshly-fucked glow.
A single glint caught Ragga's eye:
A gold wedding ring.
But she was alone.
Smiling.
Hungry.
Just like him.
Sera sashayed up to him, licking her lips.
She dipped two fingers into the same bowl of cream, scooping up a sinful amount — and smeared it slowly over her cleavage.
A sticky trail of sweet cream sliding between her enormous, bouncing tits.
Ragga's mouth watered.
His cock strained violently against his loose pants.
"Don't you want a taste, young master?" she whispered, voice dripping like molten sugar.
"Or are you afraid you'll get addicted?"
"Haaah..." Ragga breathed, unable to tear his eyes away.
Sera grabbed his hand, pulled him flush against her soft, decadent body.
He could feel the heat of her bare pussy through the thin apron, pressing against his thigh.
Her scent — vanilla and woman — hit him like a drug.
"Come on, naughty boy..." she purred, grabbing a handful of his cock through the silk, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp.
"Drink up~"
He needed no more invitation.
Ragga buried his face between her tits, licking and sucking the cream with wild hunger.
"Chu~"
"Sluurp~"
"Mnnn... haah..."
Sera gasped, shuddering, grinding her hips against his thigh.
"Ahh... ahhnn~ Young master... that's so dirty... haaah~"
Her nipples hardened painfully against his cheeks as he licked deeper into her sweaty, sticky cleavage, slurping loudly, making her moan helplessly.
He grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks apart roughly, grinding her bare pussy against his thigh.
"Squelch... squelch..."
Hot juices smeared his skin.
Sera whimpered, biting her lower lip, hips jerking uncontrollably.
"You filthy little maid..." Ragga growled, voice rough with lust.
He shoved her back onto the marble counter, pastries scattering to the floor.
Her legs spread wide, apron flipping up to reveal her soaked, glistening pussy, puffy and flushed.
Her folds dripped cream and arousal.
She spread herself for him without shame.
"Please... young master... fuck me... fill me..." she whispered, voice broken, desperate, breathy.
Ragga needed no second invitation.
He yanked his pants down, his thick, veiny cock springing free, glistening with precum.
He lined up — and slammed inside her in one brutal thrust.
"Guhh!! AAHHN~!"
Sera's back arched, tits bouncing violently.
Her walls clamped down instantly, milking him with desperate, fluttering contractions.
"Young master... haaah... so thick... so deep... nnnh...!!"
Ragga grunted, grabbing her ankles, folding her into a mating press and pistoning into her dripping cunt with savage, wet slaps.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Cream from the pastries smeared across her thighs, her belly, their bodies.
She sobbed his name over and over.
"Young master~! Nnnhh... more... more... deeper... haah... aahhn~!"
Every thrust squelched inside her, juices and cream sloshing, drenching the counter, soaking down his thighs.
He kissed her hard — mouth-to-mouth, tongues tangling, slurping hungrily at each other.
"Chuu~ Chupp... Nnnhh~"
Their moans merged into one endless song of obscene pleasure.
Ragga broke the kiss to bite down on her neck — marking her — as he fucked her harder, faster, deeper.
Sera screamed, convulsing around him.
Her pussy squeezed tight, milking him violently as she climaxed, squirting hot, clear fluid over his cock and balls.
Ragga roared, burying himself to the hilt — and exploded inside her.
Thick, endless jets of hot cum flooded her womb, filling her to the brim, semen leaking out around the base of his shaft in creamy, sloppy spurts.
They collapsed together on the sticky counter, panting.
Sera nuzzled against him, a dreamy smile on her flushed, cum-smeared face.
Her wedding ring glinted in the candlelight — but there was no husband.
Only her.
Only Ragga.
And the kitchen full of the sweet, musky smell of sex.
"You're mine now too," Ragga thought, smirking against her trembling body.
"Every. Last. Inch."