Ivan woke up to the sizzling sound and decadent smell of frying bacon.
He padded into the kitchen to find Kristen Ford wearing a Star-Crossed Maid Café uniform, and frying up a batch of bacon in a cast iron skillet.
"Mmm, smells lovely," he remarked.
"Oh! Professor Zakhrov! You're awake!" exclaimed Kristen starting violently at Ivan's voice, and then blushing a deep crimson, as she felt his gaze roving over her body.
"Indeed I am," said Ivan, closing the distance between them, and roughly pulling Kristen towards him.
"Aaah!" she gasped, as Ivan spun her around, and sank his teeth into her neck.
"Hmm, somebody's being a naughty maid," he murmured against her skin, as his hand roved under her skirt to find a distinct lack of panties.
Kristen shivered as Ivan's teeth sank deeper into her flesh, and she felt his hand slide between her thighs to find her already wet and ready for him.
"Please, Professor Zakhrov," she moaned, "I need you so badly."
