AMATEUR FRANCAIS – Ma coloc rentre de soirée avec une envie de sucer, est-ce je lui prête ma queue ?

It was another night out on the town for Lila, my sexy French roommate. She had been at an all-night soiree, drinking champagne and dancing until the wee hours. As I lay in bed,azy from sleep, I heard her key turn in the lock. The sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood floor grew louder as she entered our shared apartment. Soon, she appeared in my doorway, a sly smile on her face.

“Tu dors, cheri?” she purred, her eyes roaming hungrily over my bare chest. “Je suis Indonesienne et je me sens si sale ce soir, j’ai besoin de ta belle queue pour me Nettoyer.”

My cock twitched at her dirty words. “Vas-tu me laisser sucer?” she asked, undoing the top button of her tight dress. “S’il te plait?”

How could I resist? I threw back the covers, revealing my hardening manhood. “Viens ici, salope,” I growled. “Montre-moi ce que tu peux faire avec cette petite bouche affamee.”

Her eyes gleamed with lust as she crawled onto the bed, her skirt riding up to reveal the curve of her perfect ass. She wasting no time, wrapping her ruby lips around my throbbing shaft. “Oh, oui!” she moaned around my cock. “Tu as un gout si bon!”

I groaned, tangling my fingers in her silky hair as she bobbed her head up and down. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, sending shivers of pleasure through me. She took me deeper each time, until her nose was buried in my pubes and she was gagging on my length. I could feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat, her muscles clamping down and squeezing me.

“Regarde-moi, salope,” I commanded. “Je veux voir tes jolis yeux pendant que tu suces ma bite.”

She gazed up at me, her dark eyes glazed with desire. The sight of her on her knees, sucking me off with such enthusiasm, was almost too much to bear. I could feel my balls tightening, the pressure building at the base of my spine.

“Apres toutes ces mousses et foretneys, tu as si bon gout,” she said, pulling off for a moment. “J’en veux encore plus!”

She went down on me again, sucking even harder. Her head moved in a blur, her lips stretched around my girth. The wet sounds of her slurping filled the room. Then she pulled away suddenly and I felt the warm spray of her vomit splashing over my cock and balls. “Je suis desolee!” she cried. “Je ne sais pas ce qui m’a pris!”

I just grunted, my cock throbbing. The combination of her hot mouth and her cool vomit felt incredible. “Continue,” I ordered. “Nettoie le desordre que tu as fait!”

She eagerly resumed sucking, scooping up the regurgitated champagne and musky sweat with her tongue, mixing it with my pre-cum and swallowing it all down. The dirty display was enough to push me over the edge. With a loud groan, I erupted in her mouth, painting her tongue and throat with my salty seed.

Lila gulped and swallowed every drop, milking my cock for more. Finally, she released me and licked her lips, savoring my taste. “Mmmm!” she purred. “Du champagne et du sperme! C’etait le dessert parfait pour ma soiree!”

I could only groan in reply, spent and thoroughly satisfied. Lila crawled up the bed and curled against my side, nuzzling into my neck. “Merci, carino,” she whispered. “J’avais besoin de ca.”

I closed my eyes, already half-asleep. “De rien,” I mumbled. “Apres tout, c’est pour ca que nous sommes colocation – pour partager les plaisirs de la chair et de l’esprit.”

And with that, my sexy French roommate and I drifted off to sleep, our dreams filled with the taste and scent of our carnal encounter. The next morning, I woke up alone in bed, the;:~{?>