Femboy Maid Andy Adler Bottoms For Filou Fitt

In the new video by MEN, Andy Adler dons a maid uniform and a pink wig as a femboy maid who cleans up… Filou Fitt’s sticky cum. It’s unusual to see Andy like this, but it’s something different, and we love experiments.

Andy Adler arrives at Filou Fitt’s apartment in his signature maid outfit—lace-trimmed apron, thigh-high stockings, and a skirt short enough to reveal his lack of underwear. Filou barely glances up from his laptop, muttering about deadlines, but Andy’s already on his knees, polishing Filou’s hardwood floor with his tongue inches from the man’s loafers. “Need to… focus,” Filou growls, though his cock stirs in his slacks.

Andy crawls closer, his breath hot on Filou’s thigh. “You seem stressed, sir,” he purrs, fingers ghosting over Filou’s zipper. Filou snaps the laptop shut. “Go jerk off on the couch if you’re this desperate.”

Andy doesn’t flinch. Instead, he hikes up his skirt, bending over the coffee table, his pink lace thong framing his smooth, hairless ass. “But sir,” he whines, wiggling his hips, “the dust under here… it’s filthy.”

Filou’s resolve crumbles. He yanks Andy’s thong aside, spitting on his hole before slamming two fingers into the tight heat. Andy yelps, his cock dripping onto the rug as Filou scissors him open. “Greedy fucking maid,” Filou snarls, unbuckling his belt.

Andy spins around, swallowing Filou’s cock in one slick motion, his throat working greedily. Filou’s hands fist his hair, thrusting deeper until Andy gags, tears streaking his mascara. Filou pulls him off, flipping him onto the couch in the spoon position. His cock breaches Andy’s spit-slick hole, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision.

The maid’s moans crescendo as Filou drags him to the bedroom, slamming him onto the mattress. Andy rides him next, bouncing on Filou’s thick shaft, his skirt bunched around his waist. Filou’s hands grip his hips, guiding him harder, faster, until Andy’s cock erupts untouched, cum streaking Filou’s abs.

Filou flips him onto all fours for the finale, drilling his ass until his own release hits—thick ropes painting Andy’s face, his tongue darting out to catch every drop.

“Cleanup time,” Filou mutters, tossing him a rag. Andy grins, licking his lips. “Already spotless, sir.”