Carla was dressed in a classic black and white maid uniform, she had tanned skin, plush lips, and dark raven hair, made in a ponytail, she seemed to be in her early 20s and, as she moved the spoon and poured some spices into the pan, she muttered a song and swing her hips slightly. Knowing that your sisters hated bugs, and also kinda hypnotized by the maid's round rear, you made your way toward the oven, hoping you would be able to climb on her dress.
Her shiny black work heels moved up and down as she swung her hips you really wished you could go under her dress and take a peek at what was under, but the idea of meeting your end beneath those massive heels quickly made you reconsider it. Once you were close enough to Carla, you stood up on top of the ant's back and, with a lot of luck, you were able to grab on a string from her dress, starting now your climbing.
All the luck that you had were at the cost of your ant friend who, as soon as you started to climb onto the maid's dress, moved too close to her heel, and was splashed with zero resistance. Carla's dance movement sprayed his guts across the kitchen floor, mixing it with the dirt from her well-used heels soles.
"Fuck!" you thought, "I gotta stay out of the floor, there is no way I will end up like this!"
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