MariskaX Isabel Maxime Meets A Cougar LEWD

MariskaX Isabel Maxime Meets A Cougar – A Lewd Encounter

The sultry sound of jazz music filled the dimly lit bar, setting a seductive tone for the evening. Amidst the smoky haze and clinking glasses, two women sat close together at a corner booth – Mariska, a young, nubile beauty with fiery red hair and creamy skin, and Isabel Maxime, a more mature and sophisticated cougar with a ravenous appetite for youthful flesh.

As the night wore on, the drinks flowed freely and the conversation grew more bold and provocative. Isabel’s experienced hands caressed Mariska’s bare thigh beneath the table, tracing tantalizing patterns that sent electric shivers up the younger woman’s spine.

“Not being hypothetical… Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap?” Isabel purred, her voice dripping with erotic promise.

Mariska bit her plump lower lip, suppressing a moan as Isabel’s fingers crept higher, teasing the lacy edge of her panties. The feel of the older woman’s touch ignited a forbidden hunger within her, a craving to be ravished and seduced by this powerful, alluring cougar.

With a coy smile, Mariska accepted the invitation and the two women gathered their things and exited the bar, exchanging a knowing glance as they stepped into the cool night air.

At Isabel’s lavish apartment, the sexual tension reached a fever pitch. Isabel pushed Mariska against the wall, crushing her mouth in a hungry, passionate kiss. Their bodies melded together like hot wax, hands groping and exploring urgent curves.

Breaking away for a moment, Isabel yanked Mariska’s top open, sending buttons flying. Fabric tore exposing the younger woman’s pert, rosy nipples. Isabel latched onto a breast, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud while kneading the other roughly. Mariska arched her back in pleasure, fisting her hands in Isabel’s dark hair.

“Oh god, yes,” Mariska keened, “Don’t stop!”

Isabel looked up, a wicked gleam in her eye. She dropped to her knees, dragging Mariska’s skirt down with her. Fingers hooked into the waistband of her soaked panties, pulling them aside to reveal her glistening sex. Isabel inhaled the girl’s heady scent before lapping at her dripping folds with a wicked tongue.

“Mmm, you taste divine,” Isabel purred against Mariska’s swollen flesh. She sealed her lips around Mariska’s throbbing clit, suckling and flicking the sensitive nub as she plunged two fingers deep into the girl’s tight channel.

Mariska whimpered and writhed, each thrust and lick pushing her closer to the edge. Isabel curled her fingers inside, stroking Mariska’s G-spot in time with the lashes of her tongue. Mariska’s legs trembled and her inner muscles fluttered around Isabel’s digits as the pleasure became too intense.

“Isabel, I’m…I’m going to come!” Mariska cried out, her hips bucking frantically against the older woman’s face.

Isabel held her firm, growling onto Mariska’s clit as she fucked her even harder through the throes of her release. Mariska saw stars, mewling and sobbing as her body shook with euphoria.

Isabel stood and licked her lips, savoring Mariska’s essence. She swiftly undressed, revealing flawless olive skin and lush curves honed by age and experience. Mariska, still reeling from her climax, reached out to trace the lines of Isabel’s toned stomach and full breasts.

Isabel captured Mariska’s wrists, pinning them above her head as she ground her hips into hers. “Not so fast, little one. The night is just beginning…”

With that promise, Isabel impaled herself on Mariska’s fingers, coating them in her slick arousal. She rolled her hips slowly, riding Mariska’s hand with deliberate sensuality. The younger woman moaned, transfixed by the dizzying sight of the older woman taking her pleasure from her.

Isabel released Mariska’s wrists and pushed her shoulders, guiding her to lay back on the plush carpet. Mariska’s thighs parted in invitation and Isabel settled between them, lowering her mouth to Mariska’s hot center once more.

This time, Isabel’s attention was relentless, her tongue and fingers bringing Mariska to the brink again and again only to denying her sweet release. Mariska sobbed, begging incoherently, alien voices spilling from her mouth. Isabel was relentless, pushing her harder, taking her deeper into an ocean of ecstasy until finally, orgasm ripped through Mariska’s core in a blinding burst.

Isabel rose and straddled Mariska’s face, pressing her sopping pussy to the girl’s mouth. “Now, be a good girl and return the favor,” she purred, grinding herself onto Mariska’s eager tongue.

Mariska licked and sucked, learning quickly what pleased the other woman. Isabel rode her face hard, tits bouncing, growling with pleasure each time Mariska found a sensitive spot. Mariska drank her essence, reveling in the filthy depravity of the act.

As Isabel’s climax approached, her movements became wild and erratic. Mariska held on tight, redoubling her efforts until Isabel tore from her mouth, howling her release into the empty room.

The two women collapsed together, limbs entwined, chest heaving. Sweat and scent and fluid mingled on their heated skin, a testament to the ferocity of their coupling.

Isabel traced a finger between Mariska’s breasts, following the line of her sternum down to her bellybutton. “Round three?” she purred wickedly.

Mariska only had the strength to laugh breathlessly in response before Isabel was on her again, ready to stoke the fires of desire into yet another inferno…