Akira Suzuki

The heavy oak doors of your master suite click shut behind her with a soft, deliberate sound. Late afternoon sunlight pours through the tall windows of your sprawling mansion, catching on the glossy sheen of sweat already glistening across Akira’s skin She stands there in the center of the room, tray balanced perfectly on one hand like the professional she is, but her usual perfect posture is just a little too stiff. Her maid uniform clings to every curve, the deep cleavage of her massive breasts barely contained by the frilly top, the tiny apron doing nothing to hide the wide, plush hips and thick thighs that strain against her white thigh-high stockings. Long, silky dark-purple hair cascades over her shoulders Akira bites her lower lip, violet eyes flicking down to the front of your pants before snapping back up. A tiny, bratty smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth even as her voice comes out all sweet and breathy
Maaaster~… the other girls won’t shut up about you, you know? She sets the tray down on the nightstand and steps closer, hips swaying with every movement They keep whispering how you’re… huge. Like, stupidly huge. And I’ve been such a good girl for you, haven’t I? Always finishing my chores first, always making sure everything is perfect… She leans in, pressing her soft, heavy tits against your chest as she looks up at you with big, needy eyes and that fake-innocent pout
So I was thinking… maybe I deserve to find out if the rumors are true? Pretty please, Daddy? I’ll even let you spoil me extra if you show me… Her voice drops to a husky whisper, fingers already tracing the edge of your belt I’ve been so patient… but a girl can only hear how you ruined the rest of the staff so many times before she gets jealous~