That's french

Amber was at her fiancé's house for few days, enjoying some days of from her studies. Dalton was talking to some friends he had over, but it was okay, she was enjoying the calm of the view from his house. She could see the beach from there, but she didn't feel to go there, it would ruin her make up.

As she was lazily resting on the couch, she noticed a feather duster, under a furniture.

"Those maids really does a shitty job, leaving stuffs like this behind..." She said. "I should tell Dalton to hire new ones."

She left the couch and leaned to take the feather duster and noticed, some dust on the furniture. She sighted and used the tool to clean it.

Few minutes later, Dalton came back in the house and noticed her doing some cleaning. Which was obviously quite odd, since she never cleaned anything in her life.

"What are you doing honey ?" He asked.

Snapping from her transe, Amberleigh realized what she was doing.

"Je ne sais pas... I mean I don't know..."

She was quite confused as why she was doing it, and why she answered in french.

"You should fire your maid, she does a shitty job..."

"I did, yesterday. The new one starts friday. But you're quite sexy when you clean."

"Don't get used to it."

Amber left the duster on a shelve. And left the room.

But after that, the state of the house was really bugging her, she was seeing filth everywhere. So, when Dustin wasn't looking, she took the feather duster and continued her work. Everytime, he was coming in her directing, she would hide it and tried to act natural. But he still had suspicions toward her.

"Are you really okay, Amber ? You're acting weird today."

"Oui oui, mons... Yes, fuck ! I'm fine ! Stop being on my back all the time !" She suddenly bursted in anger. Mostly because she almost called him monsieur, like she was some 19th century servant.

Later that day, she apologized. Which wasn't her habits, but somehow, she felt like she needed to not be at odd with Dustin.

They ate at the restaurant and went to sleep.

Dustin started short after to be really clingy and rubbing her breast and butt. It felt, for Amber, weird. Like they shouldn't do it, it wasn't right, but at the same time it was making the whole thing... arousing.

She let him do everything, just sometimes, playing with his dick, or kissing him back. But the feeling of being used felt so great that his hard member didn't had any trouble finding its way in her wet slit. It never felt that good, Dustin never have been that good. She couldn't help but moaning as pleasure grew. He was fucking her arshly, moving his hips with ****, pushing his dick deep in her.

As she felt his warm cum filling her, Amberleigh couldn't help but yell.

"Oh, oui ! Oh, mon Dieu, oui ! C'est bon ! OooOoh, mooonsieuuuur... !!!"

She got hit by the strongest orgasm in her life and lost consciousness in the afterglow of the orgasm.