The maid is squatting my juicer, soft dewy petals grinding the ribbed surface as I smack her pert bottom. Wrists tied, saliva drooling from her gag, and her fleshy peach is splayed on that nasty cone, spilling the drops into the clear dish below.
I carefully apply her nipple clamps to speed up the process, causing some grunts and squirming under their bite, though enhancing the flow.
She knows that her tits will soon meet the countertop as I pour that sweet juice over my rock-hard cock and her tight little sphincter.
There is no better lube than hers.