Un concombre dans ma chatte avant sa queue

“Un concombre dans ma chatte avant sa queue” – before his dick, she craves a vegetable

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm golden hue across the lawn as Sophie stretched out on a blanket with her lover,ynes. Sophie, a buxom French beauty with raven hair and eyes that sparkled with mischief, decided it was the perfect time to indulge in one of her secret fantasies. She suggestively bit her lower lip and looked up at Yves. “Mon chéri, I’ve got a naughty surprise for you.”

Yves raised an eyebrow but smiled devilishly. “Oh? And what might that be, ma belle?” Sophie mischievously grinned and reached into her purse, pulling out a ripening green zucchini. “Un concombre! I want you to use this on me before we make love.” Yves erupted into laughter, but then Sophie shot him a penetrating stare that made it clear she was dead serious. His eyes widened as he realized his girlfriend wasn’t joking.

“Sophie…” he started hesitantly. “I’m not sure about this. It seems so… strange.” But Sophie was already peeling the zucchini, her ample breasts heaving with anticipation. “Oh Yves, please, I need this. I crave it so much. I want to feel your green giant stretching my insides, preparing me for your hard cock.” She sensually licked her lips, looking up at him with those big, pleading eyes.

Yves could feel his manhood growing in his pants. He knew they were in public, but Christ, the thought of Sophie Augvergne frotting herself with a zucchini was almost too much to resist. He glanced around quickly to ensure no one was nearby. They were alone.

“Very well then,” he said huskily. “Dessine-moi un tableau, ma belle. Show me what you want.” Sophie immediately assumed the position – hands and knees, a plump, round ass pointed invitingly towards Yves as she slowly peeled away her lacy blue panties. Inch by inch the thin material crept down her supple thighs until it fell to the grass, revealing her glistening pink sex.

Yves groaned as he surveyed the tantalizing sight before him. Sophie wasn’t joking – she was soaked. Shaved smooth as a teenager, her swollen pussy lips practically begged for something to violate it. But first, she had to work up to his cock. She told him so.

Shifting position to face him with her ass still raised, Sophie picked up the peeled zucchini and slowly rubbed it along her folds, shuddering as it made contact with her throbbing clit. “Oui, just like that,” she panted. “Take me with your crippled cock first.” Yves shuddered, unsure if he would be able to contain himself. Her filthy mouth was almost enough to make him erupt on the spot.

Slowly Sophie began guiding the shaft into her eager pussy, the bulbous end stretching her open. “Oh mon dieu!” she cried. “So big! So full!” She started to move it back and forth, fucking herself slowly with the green vegetable while Yves watched in barely contained lust.

Her moans grew louder as she fucked herself harder, impaling the zucchini deeper inside with each thrust. She squeezed her eyes shut as she was beginning to see stars. “I can take more,” she urged hotly. “Fill me up, mon chéri!”

Yves couldn’t hold back any longer. His cock was painfully stiff and he needed release urgently. Freely stroking himself as Sophie continued to frantically hump the zucchini, he kept his eyes glued to the action, relishing every filthy move. Her wetness coats the green flesh, her cries of pleasure bouncing off tree and shrub, an erotic symphony solely for Yves to hear.

She’s getting close. Her hips buck wildly as she begins to chant in French. “Oh Yuki, I’m… I’m coming! Eclat comme un volcan!” Her cum explodes out of her, gushing over the zucchini and covering her inner thighs. Yves erupts a second later, firing a rope of jizz up and over Sophie’s quivering back, the warm splatter mixing with her own release.

Panting, she collapses onto the blanket, the now-soaked zucchini tumbling from between her legs. Sophie lifts her head and grins at Yves. “That was even better than I imagined, my love. Thank you.” Yves smiles back, arrogantly tucking his spent shaft back in his pants. “My pleasure, mon coeur. But don’t think we’re done.” He waggled his finger at her. “You still have to repay me with that cute mouth of yours..”

Sophie’s eyes twinkle with anticipation. “As vous souhaitez, monsieur.” She turns and starts crawling towards him…