The four-poster bed in Elizabeth's massive bedroom felt like a private kingdom, its white linens soft and luxurious, glowing under the morning light streaming through the tall windows. The polished marble floor reflected the sun's rays, casting a warm, golden hue across the room, but all I could focus on was Elizabeth—her naked body stretched out before me, her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue working me with a skill that made my knees weak. Her full breasts swayed slightly as her head bobbed, her dark hair spilling over the edge of the bed, and my hands gripped her face
but...now my breath has been stopped because we are busted.
"Ehhh…" I stammered, my heart racing, a nervous smile tugging at my lips as I glanced at the maid, my face burning with awkwardness.
This was beyond bad—getting caught like this, with the first lady, my dick in her mouth? in her own bedroom? My stomach churned, my mind scrambling for an excuse, anything to make this less insane.
