French Maid: Mr. Howard Fuck's Missionary

Leah moved to lay down on her back on the couch. Mr. Howard moved like a panther over her eagerly found himself guiding his cock into Leah's slit.

"Sacrebleu!" he said "You are wet indeed" He pushed his cock inside Leah slowly--experiencing her wetness with a savory sweetness of sensual sin.

"I certainly hope you don't cause too much of a mess on this couch." he said as he began to thrust harder.

"Ughgh! Oh please....UUUGh!" Leah let out between moans. She couldn't help it, he was getting deep from this position.

The couch quaked as he began to speed up, his hands groped her over her naughty maid costume. Her apparel only propelled him further toward climax. This was like some fantasy that he--and most men--had at some point in their lives. It was a trope but he didn't care at how comical his copulation may have looked. He only thrust harder.

"Aghghghg!" Leah groaned as he thrust faster. She felt his manhood send jolts of excitement through her loins which streaked through her every fiber.

Mr. Howard found a pace that suited him and he rhythmically moved his body forward and backward, his cock taking control of his mind to seek his pleasure as if he was cast under a wizard's spell.

Leah could have almost sworn she thought he said "Oui!" to himself as he thrust, but she wasn't sure.