Fellation avec le reflet du soir
Title: “An Evening’s Reflection: A Sensual Blowjob” (1000 words)
As the sun began its slow descent behind the Parisian rooftops, casting elongated shadows across cobblestone streets, Pierre and Isabelle stepped out onto their cozy balcony, enjoying the warm kiss of the early evening breeze. The white stone balustrade was cool beneath Isabelle’s fingers as she leaned forward, her sheer cotton sundress clinging to her curves in all the right ways. Pierre stood behind her, his hands resting lightly on her hips, the subtle pressure a silent promise of delights to come.
“Un autre verre de vin, mon amour?” Pierre asked, his voice rich and smooth like the Bordeaux he offered. Isabelle glanced over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.
“Perhaps later,” she purred, her gaze never leaving his. “There’s something else I have in mind for the moment…”
Pierre raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. Isabelle took his hand and led him back inside their quaint apartment, the plush carpet soft beneath their bare feet. In the bedroom, she turned to face him, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his crisp white shirt.
“Je vais vous montrer quelque chose de nouveau ce soir,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his collarbone as she spoke.
Isabelle gently pushed Pierre down onto the edge of their bed, sinking gracefully to her knees before him. With a coy smile, she reached up and began to undo his belt, her nails tracing delicate patterns on his skin. The anticipation was delicious, a slow-building fire stoking the embers of lust in his veins.
As Isabelle tugged his trousers down, revealing his growing arousal, she leaned in, her warm breath caressing him. With agonizing slowness, she pressed a single kiss to the head of his cock, her tongue darting out to taste the salty drops of pre-cum. Pierre groaned, one hand reaching out to tangle in her silky hair.
Isabelle took him into her mouth, inch by inch, her lips stretched around his girth. She swirled her tongue expertly, teasing the sensitive underside and tracing the prominent vein. Pierre’s head fell back, his eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure radiated outward from his core.
Isabelle began to bob her head, increasing her pace. She pressed forward until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, eliciting another wanton moan from Pierre. Isabelle worked him relentlessly, her hand gripping the base of his shaft, stroking in time with her movements.
Pierre watched, captivated, as Isabelle’s reflection in the dresser mirror mimicked her every action. The erotic sight doubled his pleasure, the dual stimulation threatening to overwhelm him. Isabelle’s mouth felt like hot velvet, slick and yielding as she took him deeper still.
As Isabelle’s pace intensified and her grip tightened, Pierre knew he was nearing the edge. She sensed it too, humming around his cock, the vibrations driving him wild. With a final, hard suck, Isabelle pulled back, sending Pierre over the precipice. He cried out, grasping her hair as he erupted, thick ropes of cum streaking across her face.
Isabelle milked him through his orgasm, swallowing every last drop. She sat back on her heels, languidly licking the remnants from her lips. Pierre looked on, chest heaving, desire reignited at the sight of her, marked and debased by his passion.
Still catching his breath, Pierre reached out, wiping a stray drop of cum from Isabelle’s cheek. She took his thumb into her mouth, sucking softly, her eyes locking with his. There would be no rest for him this evening.
Isabelle stood, turning her back to Pierre. Slowly, teasingly, she slid her sundress from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. She wore nothing beneath.
“Now,” she said, her voice thick with arousal, “Let me return the favor…”
