Sexy maid and her strong friend 2 (continued) SD

On that day, the house seemed to be shackled by silence, only in one of the upper rooms was the peace disturbed by lazy, waltzing dust. Maid Jeanette was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She sighed with melancholy, start cleaning, but she had no choice. Sighing, she stood up and took the dusting wand, beginning to slowly and lazily shake the dust off the furniture.