Butler Boris's Intimate Service
Butler Boris was an essential part of Mlle Fanchette's life, and he knew his role well. As she entered the living room, dressed in a loose-fitting robe, he sat on the couch, his naked buttocks exposed, his erect cock standing tall and proud. His job was to be ready at all times, physically and mentally, for whatever his mistress desired of him.
Mlle Fanchette slowly stretched out her long legs and placed them on Boris's lap, making sure he felt the weight of her body against his. She didn't have to ask for anything; she knew that he would obey her every command. His fingers began to massage her silky soles and calves, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine.
As he massaged her feet, Boris couldn't help but feel the growing desire within him. He was used to being in close proximity to his mistress's beauty, but today something felt different. Maybe it was the way she was allowing him to touch her, or perhaps it was the way she was slowly arching her back and letting out soft moans of pleasure.
Suddenly, Mlle Fanchette moved her legs slightly to the side, giving Boris full access to her most intimate parts. Without hesitation, his cock slipped between her thighs, filling the space between them. She didn't need to tell him what to do; he knew that his job now was to please her, to make her feel good.
For what seemed like hours, Boris administered a sensual legjob/footjob combo in his signature style. He moved his fingers skillfully, teasing her soles and toes while keeping his cock perfectly aligned with her pussy. As he watched her beautiful body squirm with pleasure, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, Boris couldn't take it anymore. He let out a deep moan as he felt his body tensing up, preparing for the explosion. With one last thrust, he sent multiple jets of fresh warm cum shooting up in the air, landing on Mlle Fanchette's thighs and feet.
She looked down at him, satisfied with his performance, and smiled. "You did well, Boris. Now, why don't you clean yourself up and continue with the foot massage?"
Boris, still catching his breath, nodded and quickly cleaned himself up. As he resumed massaging her feet, he couldn't help but wonder what other kinky situations they would find themselves in next. It was a thought that both terrified and excited him, but he knew that as long as he had Mlle Fanchette by his side, he would face whatever came their way.
