In the dimly lit hotel room, the air thick with anticipation, I found myself lost in the throes of pleasure. My hand moved in a rhythm as old as time, stroking my hardened length with a fervor that only desire could inspire. The room was silent, save for the soft sounds of my own pleasure echoing off the walls.
But little did I know, I was not as alone as I thought. Unbeknownst to me, the door creaked open, and the hotel maid entered, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight before her. Caught in the act of self-indulgence, I froze, unsure of what to do next.
Instead of turning away in shock or embarrassment, the maid’s gaze linger