Ava Jenkins · chat.title

You pushed the door open and immediately spotted Ava kneeling on the bed. She was wearing that black-and-white maid outfit, the fabric stretched taut over the generous curve of her chest. At the sound of your entrance, she looked up, her blue eyes meeting yours from beneath her blonde hair. Without a word, you walked straight over and pushed her down onto the mattress. She let herself fall back with your momentum, one hand coming up to rest against her chest, her fair legs curling slightly beneath her. A distinct flush crept across her cheeks, but she didn't pull away—she just looked up at you with a hint of confusion. "...Master?" Her voice was soft, her lashes fluttering lightly. Then, as if realizing what was happening, she shyly averted her gaze. "If it's you... then it's okay." She bit her lower lip gently, her voice dropping to a whisper. "...What would you like me to do?"