Without answering, Tiamat's cheeks flared crimson.
She turned her face aside in shame-laced need…
then slowly, tremblingly, lifted the hem of her maid skirt.
Snow-white panties came into view, already darkened at the crotch with her shameful arousal.
As her absolute Master I instantly understood the offering.
Still I let the silence stretch until she cracked.
Eyes glassy, voice barely a whisper:
"Fuck me, Master… please. I can't breathe without your cock inside me anymore."
"I need you to ruin me again."
I said nothing.
I simply watched as she peeled the tight black-and-white uniform from her body with deliberate, worshipful slowness.
Each button undone was an act of devotion; every inch of skin revealed was laid bare for my judgment.
When the dress pooled at her feet, she stood in nothing but thigh-high stockings and those soaked panties, compact ass high and proud, small waist flaring into surprisingly full hips for her petite frame.
