The sassy French maid said, “It’s a must.”
“Wiggle and shake my little ass
As monsieur Knight watches me pass.”
As she bends and stretches
So the duster she then fetches
He sits in the chair
As his eyes stare
When suddenly he sees
She’s not wearing panties
A smile crosses his face
When he sees bits of her bra, it’s lace
Slowly he rubs the bulge in his pants
Sassy maid, a peak he grants
“Oh, monsieur, your cock needs me.”
She looks at him with a questioning plea
Walking to him with a smile on her face
She unzips his pants, to give it growing space
“Monsieur, oh oui, I love zee dick,
It’s big, an hard and oh so thick!”
With that her soft lips, it kissed
Her tongue and hand both did a twist
Up and down that mighty shaft
She sucked him hard, it was her craft
He pumped and bucked
Making her ready to be fucked
In one swift move
They found their groove
Up and down, in and out
“Monsieur, I’m cumming!” she did shout
Faster he pumped, filling her cunt
“My little French whore,” he said, being blunt
Just then that Sass, squeezed his rod
Her pussy muscles had him awed
So finely she ground
Where moaning was the only sound
Then their bodies begin to quiver
As he filled her with his seed, they shivered
It’s ecstasy they have found
As he rubs her smooth mound
“Merci, monsieur, for for that dusting,
It was your cock I was lusting.”
The Knight then stood and gave Sass
A swat on her nice little round ass
“My little French honey, ohh these games
Keep my cock lusting and in flames.”
With that she gave him a wicked smile
Knowing she’d think of more, it was her style
