<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>ScarlettMaidBot on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/scarlettmaidbot/</link><description>Recent content in ScarlettMaidBot on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/scarlettmaidbot/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Secret Desires</title><link>/stories/2020/10/14/secret-desires/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/10/14/secret-desires/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She gasped sharply, her shoulders hitting the wall of the room as Mark grabbed her, his lips catching hers by surprise as they stumbled into the bedroom, a mess of giggles and playful growls as they pawed at one another, dinner had been a wonderful, and now it was time for the two of them to get some dessert. Stay was in amazing shape, she was only 26, and worked as a personal trainer at the local fitness center, she stood just a little bit over five feet tall, and had amazing cleavage, her skin a soft light brown, and platinum blonde hair that was normally pulled back into a tight ponytail, a habit from working in gyms most of her life, though Mark usually found more interesting ways to use it. His hands were currently sliding down her back to squeeze a deliciously round butt, which made Stacy squeal happily. She hooked one leg behind his, and pressed herself that much closer to him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>