Découvrez pourquoi les Françaises sont les reines du threesome – AMATEUR THREESOME English Sub

Title: ” craving cunnilingus, entranced by intimacy: an in-depth threesome thril”

French women, the epitome of allure, have long been envied for their je ne sais quoi aura of sensuality. But it’s hardly a secret why in the bedroom, the French simply stare down their rivals when it comes to the sexy slice of romance called a threesome. Oh, but you want specifics, you say? Mon ami, allow me to dettagliate…

Picture this: a cozy, dimly lit boudoir with plush velvet on the floor and the subtle, smoky aroma of Gitanes cigarettes wafting in the air. In the center of the room, two ravishing French lovelies,, werden soaking in the heady atmosphere, sip their pastis and effortlessly strike playful poses. They are Amélie and Sophie, two s’il vous plaît launch their own lingerie label so the rest of us could dress like they do – effortless in lace, alluringly nonchalante in silk. Sophisticatedly slutty, kisses stolen, laughter shared. Intrigue building like a jazzed-up soundtrack. You can practically smell the opium of the orient wafting from the hookah pipe.

Then in saunters the handsome gentleman, let’s call him Jean-Marc, with an air of worldly nonchalance that dares you not to imagine him nonchalantly picking you up at Le Balcon and taking you for a sensuous coal walk along the Seine. Jean-March surprises the ladies with a bottle of Veuve Clicquot, and the playful un-orchestrated touches that follow will make you need an extra-strength Magnum ofDeux, pronto.

The three begin to tantalize each other with langorous licks and coquettish kisses awash in the flickering light of dozens of strategically-placed vanilla-scented candles. As amuse-bouche of ((ARBBBBBBBBBBBBRa

The inexorable Reid of anticipation builds, and the mood is headier than a pack of Marlboros mixed with a spliff. Like Zoe Kravitz on a Goop cleanse, Sophie makes a show of wrapping her well-toned lips around Jean-March’s hardened… baguette, as Amélie licks the cake stand like it’s an off-limits flavor of gelato. In a flash, Sophie leaps up like a tightly-corseted ballerina and positions herself en pointe, as it were, to receive Jean-March’s adoration in her intimate au revoir. Amélie busies herself grooving to the escalating gin-induced depravity as if she’s auditioning for “Moulin Rouge 2: Cannelle in Paris.”

As the girls swing each other around the room in a tangle of tongues and tantric positions, it’s clear that les enfants terrible of the Parisian scene have just rewound the clock back to the Frenchness of Frenchness times a million. If the premise of a three-way between two sultry Gallic babes and a roguish local vypadal alarming webbing makes you drop your tablespoon of lavender honey, you’re clearly not ready for this level of French Fries.

As Amélie swallows Sophie’s red hot… kiss, the sexual synergy between these French vixens evokes fantasies of clandestine barn romances involving bare buns and brushes with the gendarmes while running around the Parisian countryside in nothing but berets. Amid the moans air-kissing each other with deep longing, the toppings fall into place and the divine trio takes what remains of the cake from behind. Analia in the allspice. Sophie in the air routine. Jean-March in the drape – you get the idea.

With yet another bottleneck, the three scumble back into their sex positions, melty from all the intensity of the boudoir bang. It’s enough to make the Empress Josephine herself text message a quick afterwards message to her BFFadesse all from her iPhone X. Amélie cradles Jean-March’s sleepyhead, he snuggled between their pillowy décolleté like a cherubic baby getting his most delicious feed. And as the camera pans out, they smile with the knowing satisfaction of having fleeced French fries, leaving you in utterly crave ceddhot_info_about_the_video.

Mon Dieu, is it time for another baguette yet? But wait, before you go full French Fries, you’ll need to hone your technique with practica, plenty of tantric Ooh La La’s to go gallons of tea tree oil body wash. You have to earn that well-lubricated waffle with tons of tongue in cliché. Failing that, you’ll just have to watch this video over and over againreen, toot the horn. Merci. |