Son énorme bite fourre ma chatte

“Son Énorme Bite Fourre Ma Chatte” – A Naughty French Couple’s Tale

In the heart of Paris, a fiery French couple, Louis and Sophie, couldn’t keep their hands off each other. After a passionate date night at a cozy bistro, they rushed back to their love nest, eager to encapsulate theirosomes in a sultry, sweaty tango of lust.

As Louis unzipped Sophie’s red lace dress, her ample breasts bounced free, nipples rosy and erect, beckoning his tongue. He licked and sucked, sending jolts of electricity through her body. She moaned, “Mon amour, Ton sérieux grand membre est si dur pour moi. Viens me prendre avec toi!”

Her words inflamed his ego and rigid manhood, straining against his trousers. Quickly, they peeled off their remaining clothes and tumbled onto the bed. Louis positioned himself between Sophie’s silky thighs, his enormous member throbbing with excitement. Sophie eyed his sizeable tool hungrily, spreading her legs wider.

Slowly, Louis teased the tip against her moist, glistening folds. “Tu es si mouillée…” he purred. Sophie nodded, “J’ai besoin de ta bite, mon chéri. M’enfile le! Fourre ta grosse queue en moi!”

With a deep thrust, Louis hilted his rigid shaft into her welcoming heat, making them both gasp. Sophie wrapped her long legs around him, savoring the delicious sensation of being fully impaled on his pole. Louis began pumping, setting a steady rhythm. The bed rocked with the force of their coupling.

Sophie urged her husband on, “Oui, baise-moi! Plus fort, plus fort!” Louis complied, pistoning harder and faster, grunting from the pleasure. His swollen balls slapped against her ass as he plunged deeper. Sophie cried out, “Je vais jouir! Oh, merde!”

Her nectar overflowed, drenching Louis’ plunging cock. He felt his own orgasm building, balls tightening. “Je vais jouir aussi!” He grabbed her hips and rutted ferociously, the room echoing with their moans and slapping flesh.

With a final, powerful thrust, Louis buried himself to the root and erupted, painting Sophie’s cervix with hot spurts of his milk. “Aaah, mon amour!” Sophie clenched her walls around him, milking every last drop as she climaxed again in tandem. They shuddered and bucked together, lost in their mutual ecstasy.

Finally spent, Louis collapsed on top of Sophie, his softening shaft still nestled within her. They panted, basking in the afterglow. Sophie stroked his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

Post-coital snuggles gave way to Louis carefully pulling out. Sophie flinched at the sensation, accustomed to his weight and girth stretching her so perfectly. He rolled onto his back and Sophie curled up against him, head on his chest, his arms enfolding her.

” strutted to the bathroom to clean up. The faint scent of their musk hung in the air. When she returned, Louis was propped against the headboard, now semi-erect. Seeing his wife’s lush body padding towards him stirred him further. He splayed his legs in invitation. A smile played at the corner of Sophie’s mouth. She crawled up the bed like a hungry kitten and settled between his thighs, taking his length in hand to guide it into her mouth.

To Louis’ delight, his dear wife granted her oral attentions, swirling her tongue around his cockhead, lapping at his sex salted cream. “Mmm, I love your salty-sweet essence, mon chéri,” she cooed between slurps. She took him deeper, fisting his shaft as she bobbed her head. Louis threaded his fingers through her silky hair, pushing her down until his tip hit the back of her throat.

“Oui, sucking cock launches you wide,” he praised, watching his thickness vanish into her eager hole. Feeling his second erection swell, he dragged Sophie up his body and onto his lap. She positioned his member at her entrance. With a satisfied moan, she sank onto him, engulfing him fully once more.

Sophie rode him like a champ, rolling her hips, bouncing on his erection. Louis gripped her ripe ass, guiding her movements, helping her impale herself faster. “Je suis prêt à juter,” he warned.

Sophie cried out, “Jouis en moi! I want you to cum inside me again!” Louis pistoned in time to her churning. Reaching down, he rubed her clit in tighter circles, and Sophie keened. Their gyrations became more frantic as pressure mounted.

“OhGodohGodI’mCUMMING!” Sophie shrieked as her climax ripped through her. This set Louis over the edge and he erupted like a Krakatoa, emptying rope after rope, painting Sophie’s insides white for a second time that night.

Sated, Sophie collapsed against Louis, both quaking with aftershocks that ran up their spines like bolts of lightning. They nuzzled and purred into one another as they progressively softened.

Sophie lazed against him, basking in the afterglow. A lazy stretch made her jellied limbs quiver with each movement. They shuffled to a languid 69 for a final lazy lick and suck session, satiated and gloriously full of each other’s essence.

There would be fewer aerobics this go-around, but many more cozy naps. Sophie thought to herself that the lovely ache in her pussy would be a treasured souvenir to carry her through the week, until they could reunite and repeat…