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Étienne, the Obedient Maid 🖤✨

Added 2025-10-01 18:00:04 +0000 UTC

The femboy named Étienne quietly stepped into the room, his footsteps barely audible on the carpet. His blond hair was neatly braided, and the black maid uniform hugged his slim figure so tightly that the hem barely covered his buttocks. White stockings reached up to his mid-thigh, highlighting his soft, pale skin.

The guest sat in an armchair, lazily watching. Étienne began cleaning — dusting the table, bending low, then kneeling to check under the bed. The hem of his dress rode up even higher, and the guest noticed there was nothing underneath.

“You’re not wearing panties?” his voice was low, teasing.

Étienne froze and blushed but didn’t try to cover himself.

The guest stood, approached, and sat down on the edge of the bed. His gaze was bold, and Étienne didn’t back away.

“Come here,” the guest said softly.

The femboy obeyed. When he was close enough, the guest slowly unzipped and revealed his penis, thick and throbbing. Étienne swallowed, eyes fixed on the tip.

“Do you want to taste it?”

His breathing quickened. He dropped to his knees, heart hammering. At first, he gently licked the head, tasting him. The guest groaned. Étienne grew bolder — licking along the shaft, feeling it get even harder, then taking it deeper into his mouth, moving faster.

“Good boy…” the guest murmured, placing a hand on the back of his head, guiding his rhythm.

When the tension became almost unbearable, the guest pulled him up, made him stand, and turned him around. He lifted the hem of the maid dress. Étienne obediently arched his back, hands on the bed for support.

“Relax,” the guest whispered, gripping his hips.

A moment later, he slid inside from behind. Étienne gasped at the suddenness, then quickly matched the rhythm. Each thrust was deep, filling him completely, and his breath turned ragged.

“I’m close…” the guest growled, moving faster.

One final thrust — and he came hard inside. Étienne felt the hot semen fill him, then slowly leak down his thighs, staining his white stockings.

He lowered the hem, trying to look composed, but the marks were too obvious. Flushed and trembling, Étienne gave a small bow and quietly left the room, leaving the guest with a satisfied smile.