Finger her

Chris licked his fingers and slowly reached for Yvette's pussy. In an instant he slid his wet index finger down her panties. Yvette closed her eyes and let out a short gasp, "Oh, mastair... but what if yur wife comes 'om..."

"What she doesn't know," Chris said, as he slid his fingers past her panties and inside her.

Yvette's body rocked with the steady stroking of Chris's fingers. He pulled them in and out taking a second to play with her clit with his free hand.

The French maid held on tight to the nearby cabinet. Her eyes closed and lips bit in pleasure as pressure intensified. Her juices began to flow as she let out a short moan.

Yvette released her grip from cabinet, but Chris did not stop. She fell to the ground writhing in pleasure. Chris followed her down fingers still deep inside of her.

"Pléase, Mastair. Stop... I'm cumméng too 'ard..." she protested trying to pull her skirt down. Her body convulsed and she grabbed Chris pulling him closer into a deep kiss.

Chris removed his fingers and began kissing back. Pressing his body against her sexy costume. His had went under her petticoat and he grabbed her ass.