Maid March - Taking care of the exhibits (Patreon)

It's hard not to feel a little pang of empathy when dusting down a 'statue' that's constantly squealing with gagged laughter. Just ignore the bucking and constant air-humping, and the river of sweat you have to clean off, and the fountain of juices and ecstatic tears, and the stifled begging when you dust her tits and pits, and...

and...

... where was I, again?