006E2202-Picking up and caressing a first-class celebrity mature woman

The sun-dappled living room was quiet, save for the low hum of the central air conditioning and the faint rustle of my wife brushing her hair as she sat on the couch. I sat in my usual armchair, a book propped open on my lap, but my eyes kept drifting to her instead of the words on the page. She looked radiant, clad in a skimpy tank top and short shorts that clung to her curves. Her long, tanned legs were crossed and a stray lock of her sun-blonde hair fell across her face. I was torn between jealousy and lust, knowing that my wife had spent years as an up-and-coming actress before we met, always surrounded by men who lusted after her.

Suddenly, she set her hairbrush aside and fixed me with those piercing sky-blue eyes that had seduced millions. “Did you see the gossip rag from the grocery store?” she asked, nodding to the tabloid tossed carelessly on the coffee table.

I glanced at the cover – it featured a provocative photo of my wife making her entrance at a Hollywood party, all leg and cleavage in a daring red gown. “Briefly,” I replied. “Why do you ask?”

She cocked her head, considering something, before rising languidly from the couch and sauntering over to me. Her hips swayed hypnotically and her full breasts strained against the thin fabric of her top with each step. She plucked the magazine from the table and held it up, the image proclaiming a salacious headline: “Hollywood Royalty Get It On: Behind The Scenes At Themonthly Party!”

“You didn’t even know that I knew him,” she said, tracing the photo with a finger. The picture was of her posing with one of Hollywood’s most renowned men – buckets of cash, private jet, yacht, ranches, he was on top of the food chain.

“No,” I admitted, pulse quickening. “Who is he?”

A wicked smile played about her mouth. “Bradley Summersophy – the Industry’s kingpin. I almost acted in that role, to rise on the ladder.”

I swallowed hard as she leaned in, placing the magazine over my lap so that her cleavage was at my eye level. The air between us felt electric.

“Now, why don’t you be a good boy and come finger and lick my pussy seeing as I wont be grabbing his member anymore now that he has that newlywed look,” she purred, voice dripping with arousal. “I think a roleplay would suffice.”

I blinked in surprise, but the flush spreading across her chest and the growing tent in my pants overpowered my reservations. She wanted to be dominated and it was not going to be from that perverted Summersophy celebrity. It would be from me. Wordlessly, I rose and strode toward her, hands bunching in the fabric of her tiny top.

She gasped as I roughly yanked the garment over her head and tossed it away. Her milky breasts bounced free, capped with rosy nipples that stiffened under my hungry gaze. I rolled one between thumb and forefinger, coaxing a soft moan from her throat.

“Fuck, I love your tits,” I groaned, nuzzling my face into her cleavage. “I’m going to worship them until you’re dripping for me.”

“Yes,” she hissed, fisting her hands in my hair. “Make me nice and wet, baby. I want to taste myself on your tongue.”

Growling, I captured her nipple between my teeth, worrying the sensitive bud as my hands roamed her body. Her hips arched into me, seeking friction, and I could feel her arousal beginning to dampen her little shorts. Breaking away, I grabbed her wrists and directed them to the button, urging her on.

Obediently, she shimmied out of the scrap of fabric, baring her glistening pussy to my gaze. hiér cooed as my fingers brushed against her, finding her slick folds already swollen with desire.

“Christ, you’re fucking drenched,” I breathed, plunging two fingers knuckle-deep into her heat. She cried out, head falling back as I began to stroke her, Missionary fingers curling to hit that tender spot. “Arch your back, baby,” I commanded. “I want you to ride my hand.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, obeying me as she ground herself against my palm. Juices trickled down my wrist as she fucked herself on my fingers. “I need more – please,” she whimpered, eyes wild.

Biting my lip, I withdrew my fingers, bringing them to my mouth. She watched raptly as I licked her essence from my skin, savoring her sweet musk. “Absolutely delicious.”

Eyes dark, she grabbed the back of my head and crushed her mouth to mine, moaning as she tasted herself there.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs,” I ordered, giving her bottom a sharp smack. Without hesitation, she scurried to our room, leaving the door open in invitation. I smirked as I stalked after her, pausing only to strip off my clothes before crawling over her trembling form.

I started at her throat, licking and biting my way down her body until I reached her aching sex. “Please drugs are out for the time, my pussy is too clean for you, I can cuddle and kiss you, but no drugs, no full oral or anal sex, okay, baby. I am saving that for when you least expect it.

Cum just dribbling into my mouth as I pump my fingers rapidly, murmuring praise against her skin as she undulates beneath me. I redouble my efforts, feeling her begin to tighten around my invading fingers as she hurtles towards her peak.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she sobbed, thighs clamping around my head. “Don’t stop, please!” Her fingertips digging into my scalp, I increased the speed of my thrusts, tongue lashing her clit. With a sharp cry, she came undone, thrashing against my mouth as she experienced wave after wave of blissful release.

As she came down from her high, I gently lapped at her sensitive flesh, coaxing her through the aftershocks. Once her breathing had calmed, I crawled up her body and claimed her mouth in a filthy kiss, allowing her to taste her own completion.

“Christ that was incredible,” she murmured, grinning wickedly. “Now it’s your turn, baby.”

And so her tongue rimmed my pussy, shyly at first, then more eagerly as she discovered what I liked. My hips bucked as she plunged two fingers into my soaked, swollen cunt, stroking me just right as her tongue swirled around my clit. I cried out in rapture, the salacious scene I pictured in my mind fueling my pleasure until I shattered into a million pieces.

We lay tangled on the bed, sweat cooling on our skin, worshiping each other in the afterglow. We both knew it would be a fantasy special hold and only in our home. Our relationship will be based on two things,

Loyalty and Promise and maybe possibly like on the cover of the magazine, defined by the need toتز for celebrity her. Only I can provide, not him. He will be forgotten, then she will enjoy her role playing with me for years to come