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Anal et Facial pour cette Fille en Talons: A Naughty French Frztion

*Warning: This article contains graphic sexual content and is intended for adult audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.*

The camera pans over the sordid scene before us, lingering on the voluptuous curves of a young French girl, perched precariously on her stiletto heels. Her name is Inès, a petite minx with hair the color of chestnuts and eyes that sparkle with mischief. She stands confidently in the center of the room, wearing nothing but a lacy black thong and a matching demi-bra that struggles to contain her ample assets.

Inès twirls a finger through her disheveled locks, tossing her hair flirtatiously over one shoulder. She knows how to work that crestfallen look; the biting of her lower lip, the playful arch of an eyebrow, the slow lick of her lips. She sways her hips seductively, the candlelight flickering over her soft skin like gentle strokes.

Softly, almost inaudibly, the ascent of moans escapes Inès’ pursed lips, revealing the pleasure rippling through her body. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, before ballooning open with intensity as she gropes and squeezes her own breasts, kneading them like dough.

But this is no solo dance; Inès has a partner, the man behind the camera, her lover. He edges closer, his shadow looming over her lithe figure. She cranes her neck to look at him, panting and smiling, as a hand reaches out, caressing the length of her thigh, fingers dancing over the thin fabric of her thong.

The camera zooms in, lingering on her expression – the flicker of anticipation, the rapture as his hands snake lower, toes curling against the cold floor. His touch is electric, magnets drawing together, his fingers brushing against her most intimate places earning a sharp gasp from the beauty.

He works his hand under the lace thong and into her dripping slit, fingers deftly stroking her most sensitive parts. Inès moans louder now, grinding into his hand, her juices coating his digits. “Caresse-moi,” she whimpers, begs, in French, “touch me.”

With a groan, he abruptly turns her around and bends Inès over the arm of the couch, surely leaving an imprinted outline of her shapely rear in the fabric. In an instant, he’s freed his throbbing member from his jeans and hovers over her quivering ass, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her wet folds, smearing her moisture.

Just as her whimpers escalate into feverish, needy cries, he thrusts into her — hard, fast, and deep. Inès yelps in mixed shock and pleasure, her eyes rolling back at the sudden penetration. “Oui, oui,” she bites out between wicked grunts, arching back to meet his powerful strokes.

He grips her hips firmly, leaving angry red fingerprints on her hips the next day, plunging into her with animalistic abandon. Their combined moans fill the room, two corny bodies slapping together, animal instinct taking over as civilization melts away.

“Je t’en supplie, ne t’arrête pas,” Inès begs again, and he happily complies, increasing the pace and force behind each drive of his hips. The camera bobs and witches in time, capturing his balls slamming against her bare skin and his immense girth spreading her open again and again and again.

Inès reaches down to rub her clit in tight circles of friction, her other hand pinching and tugging a pert nipple, her body singing with pleasure as he pounds into her relentlessly. The sound of their coupling is raw and obscene, skin slapping on sweaty skin, wetness squelching obscenely with each thrust, vulgar profanities spilling off their tongues in feverish French.

“Je vais jouir,” Inès cries out, flipping her hair like a porn star, “I’m going to cum!”

His balls tighten and he explodes, his hot seed spurting into her in a warm, thick burst. At the sensation, her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, and her moans rise to a high-pitched shriek as she bucks against him, her velvety walls clenching around him milking every last drop.

Sweat and cum drip down their tangled bodies as they come down from their highs, completely spent, reveling in the aftershocks. He pulls out with a wet plop, and continues filming as he strokes himself, his member still rock hard and eager for more.

He fists his cock aggressively, grunting as he edges close to another climax, his hand pumping furiously over his cock. “Pour moi,” he growls at the camera, “Come for me.” In a few quick pumps he erupts, grunting as he does so, his first spurt landing wetly on the side of Ines’ face, rope after rope of pearly white cum splattering all over her features, completely drenching her.

With one final, shuddering gasp, he milked out the last few drops and flops back, completely empty and satiated. Inès, giggling and gasping at the surprising facial, turned and licked a thick dollop off the tip of her nose as she smacked her luscious lips. “Merci, mon chéri,” she purred, winking coquettishly up at the camera, unable to hide the completely fucked-out, blissed out expression on her face.