Blonde Teen 18+ From France Pleasing Her Holes With Her Tiny Dildo
Sunkissed and slate-eyedSmack dab in a Mediterranean villa, Lila lounged poolside, her toned curves dripping with baby oil, glinting beneath the sun’s ruthless glare. Fresh off an eighteen birthday bash, the blonde teen goddess was two weeks into her Euro-sex-capade with friends, and her cellulite-free tush still pulsated from last night’s dirt-smeared bedroom gymnastics. A day of cock-teasing was in store.
Lila slinked inside, titilating the pool boy with a near-miss bikini quickly shimmied off, then traipsed upstairs to her chamber. A mind-blowing dildo bought in Nice’s seedy market days ago sat atop her dresser, and a mischievous smirk unfurled. Snatching the tiny phallic battery-packed gadget, she hopped into the bidet to wash the French stigma of her body then situated cross-legged on the Kings-sized bed.
The young Nymphet swiveled her tongue around the dildo, relishing suds off her new little red rope friend rubbing against her upper lip lipstick-like. She dropped it between her thighs, coating it in her saliva’s wetness. Lila brought the dildo to her diamond-barred piercing, dangling from one perky pink nipple. She rolled the dildo over her sensitive bud, feeling shockwaves pulsed through her body. A moan escaped her lips unbidden as the buzzing escalated.
“I’m going to make you scream, tiny red rope,” Lila cooed with a wink. She trailed the dildo between her heaving breasts, down her taut tummy, gliding tease-like over her freshly shaven flower. Then she pushed the dildo deep inside, bucking her hips to meet its vibrations. The need was too much – Lila spread her thighs wider and lined up the hand-blender vibrator with her moist honey-tunnel entrance, then slowly pushed it in until the head was nestled against her G-spot.
The blonde bombshell arched her back, moaning as pleasure radiated through her nubile body. She used the little red rope dildo to massage her g-spot, each pass westing a bolt of pleasure through her. Slick arousal trickled down her rear, and she began humping the dildo urgently, the toy buzzing against her spot with each glide. Her divorced parents gifted her this trip to shake her virginity, but she constitutingly donated it to multiple Putains.
Suddenly, a knock rapped at the door. Startled, Lila pulled the dildo out with a wet pop and tossed it under the bed, kicking it into her toiletry bag. She ran her hands through her tousled hair and climbed off the bed, her nipples poking through her white tee. The pungent smell of sex still lingered in the air, overwhelming any room freshener or spray. A sheepish grin feathered her lips.
In waltzed the handyman, delivering fresh linens he promised inflationary to the holiday villa. He was well-fed, with a potbelly and chest hair, yet his eyes strove to peek through her see-through shirt. Lila offered him some water, and while fetching it, she bent over the sink, her booty at eye-level. He ogled shamelessly, stumbling over a step as she sauntered his way. “Ah, what a clumsy man!” she giggled, Massaging his shoulders. “You work too much, maybe I can help you relax?”
She slipped her hand under his shirt, feeling wiry chest hairs. He felt a bulge stirring in his pants as her warmth enveloped him. Before he could react, Lila unzipped his fly, freeing his half-chub. She licked her lips seductively before taking his member into her mouth. The young slut bobbed her head up and down, slurping and sucking with practiced ease.
“Oh fuck…” he grunted, tangling his fingers in her blonde hair. He would never cheat on his wife, but the sinful sensation of this tight-lipped petite mouth was too good to resist. Lila looked up at him with bedroom eyes, one hand cupping his heavy balls. Her other hand snaked up her bodice to pinch a perky nipple as he thrust into her throat.
She pulled back, letting his cock jut proudly. “I think you need more relaxation,” she husked, hiking up her gym shorts to reveal her glistening slit. “Don’t you want to make me feel good?” She began rubbing her puffy lips, gazing at him from hooded eyes. He wouldn’t say no to this femme fatale. Kneeling, he buried his face between her thighs, reveling in her delicate, sweet, tangy-tongue flavor. “Oui,” Lila sighed, “Putain…plus.”
After he licked her quivering flower into a froth, Lila hiked his erection close and impaled herself. She rode him toddler-in-toyshed, his blunt force smarting her insides painfully. All she cared about was how big he felt, stretching her shameless dribbling passage. But she needed more. “Blow job, then double penetration,” she declared — so she fucked him like a wild animal and blew his essence onto her tongue.
