Marie, the maid of Countess de Schombard, having finished her daily troubles, was already walking into the servants' room when she heard strange sounds. Sounds came from the countess's bedroom.

Marie sometimes spied on the hosts and saw how the old count was breathing heavily in his marital duty. At that moment his veins were puffed up from the tension on his forehead, he was blushing and sweating all over. The countess lay beneath him with a bored and aloof look, without making a sound. This sickened a very young maid who did not know men yet.
“And for this, people get married,” she told herself. - What a fool.

But this time the sounds were different. The bed creaked plaintively, and this squeak was echoed by the squish and dumb moans. Marie looked into the keyhole and blood rushed to her face covered with freckles, and her temples pulsed. The old count slept soundly. The Countess, on her bed on her knees, stood behind her Chevalier Olyphant and drove her huge cock into her bosom. On the chevalier of clothes was only a powdered wig. His beautiful ebony body was covered in beads of sweat and glistened in the light of the moon. His tool was huge. Marie, of course, never saw the male organs in full combat readiness, so the spellbound spectator froze. Chevalier took out a member almost completely, and then forcefully forced him into the countess. The countess’s lush buttocks shook, the countess herself buried her face in the pillow and moaned hollowly. Her snow-white skin covered with pimples, when a member of the chevalier entered into it to the end, she pressed her toes, and frantically squeezed her pillow. This sight made Marie breathe heavily. She threw something hot, cold. Something pulsed below the abdomen, spreading waves of pleasure and a mixture of burning shame with fear across the body.

Marie, from an excess of feelings, was already on the verge of fainting, but could not find the strength to break away from the exciting spectacle. But in the corridor someone’s footsteps were heard and the maid rushed headlong to her. She ran into the dark room where the rest of the maids were sleeping and leaned weakly against the door, breathing heavily. There was a snore in the room. Marie undressed, dismissed her curly red hair and skipped the night prayer, slipped under the prickly blanket. But the dream did not go. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw in front of her eyes a naked and beautiful chevalier and his huge rearing member. There was still something pulsing in the lower abdomen. Marie slid her hand in there, ran her palm over thick pubic hair, and felt for her shell. She was wet and hot. Light touches only increased the pulsation. Marie, biting her lower lip, launched a finger in the warm depth. He slid easily, causing a sharp and pleasant feeling.

Marie introduced how the chevalier spreads her thin legs to the sides, and penetrates her with the tip of her huge cannon. Marie from this imaginary spectacle inflamed even more, to the middle finger in her bosom added index. With her other hand she caressed her coveted knoll. Meanwhile, the young girl presented how the chevalier with a sharp movement plunged into it completely. She held her breath in surprise, and then penetrated into her already with three fingers: a big one was added to the index and middle. Marie's hand moved faster and faster, while in her fantasies, Chevalier also accelerated. His huge shiny black snake slid back and forth through the wet cave of Marie, and when he reached the very depths, the Chevalier scrotum slightly spanked a small elastic ass handmaid. Marie could no longer hold back, she was covered with a wave of pleasure, her temples pounded, she seemed to dissolve into burning pleasure. Marie has forgotten that she is not alone in the room and made a long moan, beating in sweet convulsions.

A disheveled and frightened cook rose from the next bed.

- What happened, my child?
- Nothing ... just had a bad dream - Marie answered, breathing heavily.