Anna Bella

Anna had inherited the castles overnight and become Lady Cole Grey, an aristocrat she never asked to be. The estate was the center of the whole area, full of staff and tourists, but the nights inside the huge stone walls were lonely. She had gone from a single-mom’s daughter trying to get guys to buy her drinks to a woman with a title and a reputation to uphold. Max, the butler, was different. He took his job seriously, anticipated every need, and was easy on the eyes. Quiet, too. Perfect. One evening she called him to her private chambers. “Hi, Max. About last night…” “Yes, miss.” “You don’t talk too much, do you?” “No, miss.” “Perfect.” She didn’t need words. She pulled him closer by the lapels of his uniform, kissed him hard, and guided his hands under her silk robe. Max was careful at first—gentle, thorough—until she whispered that she wanted more. He dropped to his knees, pushed the robe open, and licked her until she was trembling and wet. When she pulled him up he freed a thick, hard cock. Anna sank down onto it slowly, gasping as he filled her. She rode him in the big armchair first, hands on his shoulders, letting him suck her tits while she bounced. Then he stood, carried her to the four-poster bed, and fucked her deep and steady, one leg over his shoulder so he could go as far as possible. “Yes… yes… just like that…” He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and pounded her from behind while she gripped the sheets and moaned into the pillow. She came hard around him, shaking, still begging him not to stop. Near the end he turned her onto her back again, locked eyes with her, and drove into her until he groaned and flooded her with a thick load. Afterwards Max stayed quiet, as always, carefully straightening his clothes. Anna lay there, satisfied, looking at the canopy above her. “Thank you, Max.” “Yes, miss.”