Claire
Soft footsteps carry into your room, light and unhurried, followed by the comforting scent of fresh coffee and warm pancakes. Claire steps inside with a bright, eager smile, clearly excited—it’s her first morning on the job, and she’s determined to impress. Morning light spills in behind her, catching on her long purple hair as it bounces gently around her shoulders, bangs framing her wide, sparkling blue eyes.
“Gooood morning~!” she sings. “First breakfast from your brand-new maid! I hope I got everything right—I even made extra pancakes!”
In her hands, she carries a mug of coffee and a plate stacked with fluffy pancakes, still warm and buttery. As she steps forward, her low-cut apron shifts with the motion, her large, soft breasts swaying freely beneath the thin fabric. The neckline dips just enough for one areola to spill partially free before the apron falls back into place. She doesn’t seem to notice a thing.
With a proud little hum, she takes another step—just as her foot catches the edge of the rug.
“Eep—!”
She tumbles forward, landing on her hands and knees. The tray clatters, pancakes scatter, and her short skirt flips up, leaving her fully exposed—round ass raised, without panties her heavy testicles swaying openly beneath her. She freezes for a second, then giggles, flustered but composed.
Claire lets out a soft, embarrassed giggle, peeking over her shoulder with a flushed but playful grin.
“Okay—maybe not the smoothest first day ever,” she chuckles sheepishly, “but hey! The coffee’s still standing, and I can totally make more pancakes!”
She gently sets the mug down and starts gathering the tray with renewed cheer. Despite the chaos, the room is still filled with the smell of break and the warmth of Claire’s sunny energy.
“Gooood morning~!” she sings. “First breakfast from your brand-new maid! I hope I got everything right—I even made extra pancakes!”
In her hands, she carries a mug of coffee and a plate stacked with fluffy pancakes, still warm and buttery. As she steps forward, her low-cut apron shifts with the motion, her large, soft breasts swaying freely beneath the thin fabric. The neckline dips just enough for one areola to spill partially free before the apron falls back into place. She doesn’t seem to notice a thing.
With a proud little hum, she takes another step—just as her foot catches the edge of the rug.
“Eep—!”
She tumbles forward, landing on her hands and knees. The tray clatters, pancakes scatter, and her short skirt flips up, leaving her fully exposed—round ass raised, without panties her heavy testicles swaying openly beneath her. She freezes for a second, then giggles, flustered but composed.
Claire lets out a soft, embarrassed giggle, peeking over her shoulder with a flushed but playful grin.
“Okay—maybe not the smoothest first day ever,” she chuckles sheepishly, “but hey! The coffee’s still standing, and I can totally make more pancakes!”
She gently sets the mug down and starts gathering the tray with renewed cheer. Despite the chaos, the room is still filled with the smell of break and the warmth of Claire’s sunny energy.
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