Filou Fitt Pounds Femboy

Andy Adler arrives in lace-trimmed maid attire, his skirt swishing as he “dusts” Filou Fitt’s couch with deliberate hip sways. Filou smirks, gesturing to the room. “Clean this first,” he teases, palming his bulge. Andy drops to his knees, lips parting, tongue swirling around Filou’s cock until it’s spit-slick and throbbing.

Spooned on the couch, Filou presses in slow, Andy’s moans muffled by a throw pillow. They migrate to the bed, Andy riding him backward, lace straps slipping off his shoulders. Filou flips him, drilling deep, Andy’s painted nails clawing the sheets as he cums untouched, splattering the duvet.

Filou pulls out, painting Andy’s face, streaks dripping onto his maid collar. “Now clean up,” Filou growls. Andy licks his lips, grinning. “Already spotless, sir.”