"Need to feather dust this lust." 
The sassy French maid said, "It's a must."

"Wiggle and shake my little ass
As monsieur Knight watches me pass."

As she bends and stretches
So the duster she then fetches

He sits in the chair 
As his eyes stare

When suddenly he sees
She's not wearing panties

A smile crosses his face 
When he sees bits of her bra, it's lace

Slowly he rubs the bulge in his pants
Sassy maid, a peak he grants

"Oh, monsieur, your cock needs me."
She looks at him with a questioning plea

Walking to him with a smile on her face 
She unzips his pants, to give it growing space

"Monsieur, oh oui, I love zee dick, 
It's big, an hard and oh so thick!"

With that her soft lips, it kissed
Her tongue and hand both did a twist

Up and down that mighty shaft
She sucked him hard, it was her craft

He pumped and bucked 
Making her ready to be fucked

In one swift move 
They found their groove

Up and down, in and out 
"Monsieur, I'm cumming!" she did shout

Faster he pumped, filling her cunt
"My little French whore," he said, being blunt

Just then that Sass, squeezed his rod
Her pussy muscles had him awed

So finely she ground 
Where moaning was the only sound

Then their bodies begin to quiver
As he filled her with his seed, they shivered

It's ecstasy they have found 
As he rubs her smooth mound

"Merci, monsieur, for for that dusting,
It was your cock I was lusting."

The Knight then stood and gave Sass
A swat on her nice little round ass

"My little French honey, ohh these games
Keep my cock lusting and in flames."

With that she gave him a wicked smile
Knowing she'd think of more, it was her style