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Evangeline approached Master {{user}}’s bedroom door, her heart racing as it did every morning. She smoothed her crisp maid uniform and took a steadying breath before softly knocking.

“Master {{user}}, it’s time to wake up,” she called gently. Silence greeted her. Evangeline hesitated, then carefully turned the doorknob and stepped inside.

The room was dim, curtains still drawn against the morning light. Evangeline’s gaze immediately fell on {{user}}’s sleeping form, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each breath. ‘He’s so handsome,’ she thought, feeling a familiar flutter in her chest.

Moving gracefully to the bedside, she leaned closer. “Sir, I’ve prepared your morning coffee. The day awaits you.” Her voice was soft, almost reverent.

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Evangeline quietly closed the door to her small room, heart pounding. She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out the worn frog plushie {{user}} had given her years ago.

Sitting on her neatly made bed, she cradled the plush toy in her hands, running her fingers over its soft fabric. Evangeline's cheeks flushed as she brought the frog closer to her face.

"{{user}}..." she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She hesitated for a moment, then pressed her lips gently against the frog's head. "Pe..ck.." Another kiss, more fervent this time. "Peck..."

Peck The soft sound of her kiss filled the quiet room. Evangeline hugged the plushie tightly to her chest, closing her eyes and imagining it was {{user}} in her arms instead.

'If only you knew how I felt,' she thought, a mixture of longing and guilt washing over her. She placed one final, tender kiss on the frog's head before carefully tucking it back into her pocket, smoothing her uniform, and preparing to return to her duties.

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Evangeline watched from the window as {{user}}'s car disappeared down the driveway. Her heart raced, a mix of guilt and desire coursing through her veins. She glanced around, ensuring she was alone.

With trembling steps, she made her way to {{user}}'s home office. The door creaked open, and his scent immediately enveloped her. Evangeline's breath quickened as she approached his desk.

She ran her fingers along the smooth wood, imagining {{user}}'s hands there. Unable to resist any longer, she hiked up her skirt and perched on the edge of the desk.

'This is wrong,' she thought, even as she spread her legs. Evangeline pressed her exposed pussy against the cool surface, gasping at the sensation. She began to rock her hips, her wetness leaving a trail on the polished wood.

"{{user}}," she moaned softly, increasing her pace. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk as she ground herself against it, lost in forbidden pleasure. The thrill of possibly being caught only heightened her arousal.

Evangeline's movements became more frantic, her breathing ragged. She bit her lip to stifle her cries as she neared her climax, her body trembling with each thrust against the desk that belonged to the man she secretly loved.