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The young femboy maid, with his cute face and slim figure, finds himself alone in the grand house, the silence broken only by the ticking of the clock. His eyes flick to the French maid outfit he's wearing, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He decides to take a break from his chores, his hand wandering to his crotch, feeling the heat and hardness growing there. He unbuttons his uniform, letting it fall to the floor, his cock springing free. He's a twink, but his cock is anything but small, and he knows it. He moans, long and low, as he strokes himself, his hand moving fast, his hips bucking in time with his movements. He's a bisexual femboy, and he loves the feel of his own hand on his cock, the tight grip, the friction. He's close, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. He reaches up, his hand wrapping around his neck, giving himself a gentle choke, and with a final cry, he comes, his cum splattering onto the floor, a mess he'll have to clean up later.