Tilly the Parlourmaid

Tilly the Parlourmaid.

Her days are so long but she never complains
There's only a couple of hours remain
But the stain on the floor in the library beckons
This won't take so long to remove she reckons
So she's down on all fours with brush in hand scrubbing
Her breasts are heaving her bra strap is rubbing
Her skirt is quite short and her stockings are showing
She works up a sweat and her cheeks start a glowing
The door quietly opens and enters Lord of the manor
But Tilly doesn't notice she's scrubbing in a hasty manner
He pauses and freezes on the spot where he stands
He gazes at Tilly as the sight is quite grand
A soft spot for Tilly the Lord has held
For many a year quite in love he has fell
So the sight of her curvaceous buttocks and breasts
Has his heart in a flutter he now should confess
He softly announces his presence to Tilly
She glances around and at first feels quite silly
By the position she's in on her hands and her knees
But he tells her “ignore me and continue please”
Her approaches her slowly and kneels by her side
His affection for her he can no longer hide
He caresses her face and she smiles and responds
With a kiss that is passionate, warm and long
Their hands are exploring each other with passion
He strokes her legs in her stockings fully fashioned
He lowers her onto the rug by the fire
She falls on her back and decides to just lie there
He takes off his shirt she caresses his chest
He parts her white blouse and exposes her breasts
That are firm and curvaceous and clad in black lace
He buries his head and they cover his face
She feels for his zip and she undoes his pants
She feels for his manhood and hears as he pants
He hitches her skirt and touches her mound
And rubs her quite gently, her heart starts to pound
She opens her thighs to allow him to feel
How she's starting to pulse and she's hoping that he'll
Now go down with his mouth and enjoy the sweet cherry
And between her legs his head he will bury
He doesn't disappoint and he's master at this
She's starting to writhe like a proper little miss
He glances at her with her head held aback
And lifts up his head, she arches her back
He now wants to enter her warm wet mound
He eases his cock in, his heart starts to pound
He works it quite slowly to start with at least
But he senses she's close he becomes quite a beast
His thrusts getting deeper and stronger each time
He's getting quite close ,she begins to whine
Her vocals are turning him on for sure
She's really quite loud for one so pure
They climax together on the rug by the fire
Exhausted they fall too much the desire
They both had withheld their mutual desire
But it came to an end on the rug by the fire