French Maid: Mr. Howard Fucks Leah Doggy style.

"I think you may have missed a spot over there." Mr. Howard pointed toward the couch.

"Here?" Leah said pointing toward the couch--bending over as she did so. She wasn't sure exactly why she was playing along as she over accentuated her bending over.

Mr. Howard moved with the swiftness of a panther behind her. He grabbed her hips and then moved a hand eagerly to her womanhood, then grabbed his cock and easily found 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. There was something about doggy that made her feel like her partner could penetrate even further inside her.

The couch quaked as he began to speed up, his hands groped her over her naughty maid costume, then revealed her ass and his grabbed it. He squeezed and spanked her. He wanted to spank her more but he was too eager to thrust. 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. Perhaps it was her ass that was enchanting him as she thrust again and again.

Leah could have almost sworn she thought he said "Oui!" to himself as she trust, but she wasn't sure. His thrusting intensified as he was nearing toward climax.