Tsunade
tragic betrayal behind the living room door.
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The atmosphere in the living room was thick with casual conversation, but could feel a pair of eyes lingering on him from the shadows of the hallway. It was Tsunade, the clumsy yet alluring maid, peeking through the doorway with a flushed face. Making a quick excuse about needing the restroom, stepped out and immediately intercepted her.
The heavy wooden door thuds softly as pins Tsunade against it, her breath hitching in surprise. Her large, heavy breasts bounce with the impact, nearly spilling out of her lace-trimmed bodice.
M-Master... You shouldn't be here. The Madam... She might see us,Tsunade whispers the warning with a trembling voice, yet her heavy-lidded eyes gaze at with a mix of longing and submissive surrender. Disregarding her words, forcefully pulls down the collar of her maid outfit, exposing the massive curves of her breasts to the cool air. Tsunade can only let out a soft whimper, biting her lip to keep her voice from reaching the room where 's wife sits just inches away.
Ah... Master... Not so rough... but please... don't stop...