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Bikini Time - Roseline
🕑 Added 2025-07-28 16:50:19 +0000 UTC Story by Sophiie93 “Roseline?” he called as he stepped inside. She whirled around, startled. “M-Master! You’re earlier than I expected.” Mark’s face flushed at the sight before him. Roseline stood clad in a bikini that clung precariously to her curves, its scant fabric struggling to contain the swell of her six breasts. With every slight movement, they threatened to spill free, leaving little to the imagination. A thick silence settled between them. Beads of sweat glistened on Roseline’s skin, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each agitated breath. Clearly, she had been hard at work. “R-R-Roseline!” Mark stammered, spinning away. “Why are you dressed like that?!” Roseline’s lips curled into a knowing smile at his reaction. “Oh, sorry, Master.” “C-Call me Mark,” he managed, his usual composure crumbling. “Sorry, Mark,” she amended, her tone light. “My maid uniform was just too stifling in this heat. I thought I’d wear something cooler while I had the mansion to myself.” “You do know the AC works, right?” Mark muttered, still facing the wall. Roseline leaned in slightly, her voice a teasing whisper. “And miss the look on your face when you saw me?” “S-Sorry, what?” He turned instinctively—then immediately averted his gaze again, his cheeks burning. “Nothing, nothing…” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, standing before him with effortless ease—and just a hint of mischief. “I just didn’t expect you so early.” Mark exhaled sharply. “It’s Tuesday. I always come in early on Tuesdays.” Roseline rolled her eyes, feigning innocence. “Oops… how absent-minded of me. I must’ve lost track of the day. Sorry~” Too flustered to catch her blatant lie, Mark gestured vaguely. “Just—turn on the air conditioning and please get dressed.” “Yes, sir!” she chirped, sauntering past him. The rhythmic click of three heels echoed in his ears until the door finally shut behind her. Mark sagged against his desk, pressing a hand to his chest. “Phew… This girl is going to kill me.” “Oh! There’s still dust behind the door,” Roseline’s voice chimed suddenly—still inside the room. Mark jolted. “AH! What are you still doing here?!” She met his wide-eyed stare, tongue peeking out playfully before slipping out at last—her satisfied grin lingering in the air long after she’d gone.
