Hard Dick Gets Seduced By Busty French Milf Anissa Kate
Title: “Anissa Kate’s Sensual Seduction”
In the sultry heat of a summer’s eve, Anissa Kate reclined on her plush chaise lounge by the pool, her curvy, bronzed figure glistening with sweat. The buxom French MILF was a vision of Sin – long, dark hair cascading down her toned back, big natural tits straining against the flimsy fabric of her red bikini top, and a shapely derriere barely contained in her matching G-string bottoms. Her almond-shaped eyes blazed with mischief behind her designer sunglasses as she watched her hunky young mechanic tinker with her vintage convertible in the driveway.
Anissa uncrossed and recrossed her long, tanned legs, the action drawing the attention of 22-year-old Jake, who whistled approvingly as he caught sight of her. The brawny mechanic wiped the sweat from his brow with a grease-stained hand, his sky-blue overalls leaving little to the imagination as they hung loosely off his hips. Anissa licked her full, glossy lips in anticipation, her well-manicured nails tracing lazy circles around a hardened nipple visible beneath the thin red material of her top.
Jake’s eyes raked hungrily over Anissa’s near-naked form as he approached the pool. “Afternoon, Mrs. Duvall,” he greeted, his voice husky with desire. “Your car seems to be running better than ever now. Must be something in the air.”
“Must be, Jake,” Anissa purred, sitting up and crossing her long legs. She leaned forward, affording the young man an eyeful of deep, inviting cleavage dripping with sweat. A sly smile played on her lush lips. “Or maybe it’s just the company. You haven’t changed much since you were coming over to do kids’ chores for pocket money.”
Jake blushed, running a hand through his spiky blond hair. “I’ll admit, last time I saw you in a bikini, Mrs. D, I was barely waist-high.” His gaze lingered on her long, toned legs. “But I’m definitely old enough to appreciate the view now.”
“I’ve always found older women more appealing, Jake,” Anissa admitted coyly, tugging at the string ties on either hip of her bikini bottoms, the wedgie of string harnessing her firm rump provocatively. “Especially around the house. In fact…”
Anissa pushed herself to her feet, until she was standing mere inches from the young stud, their bodies nearly brushing in the sultry summer air. She reached out and boldly grabbed the thick bulge in Jake’s overalls, squeezing it for emphasis. The mechanic gasped, eyes widening behind his safety goggles as he felt his cock swell rapidly beneath her touch.
“I’ve been thinking we should’ve addressed the air conditioning in the garage all along,” Anissa purred, her fingers impressively kneading and caressing the growing tent in Jake’s overalls. “Why don’t you come cool off with me? I could probably help you reach those hard-to-grab places…”
The French siren turned with a flirty wink and sauntered to the French doors that led into her sprawling mansion, her round ass swaying hypnotically with each step. She glanced back to make sure Jake was following and couldn’t suppress a wicked grin at the determined, intent look on his face.
Once inside the dimly lit, air-cooled hallway Anita discarded her skimpy bikini and padded naked to her spacious bedroom, her long hair swishing along the small of her back. Sliding onto the king-sized bed, she reclined on a pile of silk throw pillows and waited patiently, long dark bangs falling across her eyes and a still-damp tendril tracing the swell of her bare breast.
Jake appeared in the doorway a moment later, leaning lazily against the frame. His muscled chest and abs rippled under a fine sheen of sweat as he pushed his safety goggles up into his blond hair. Anissa took in the glorious sight, her eyes traveling hungrily down the mechanic’s body until they locked onto the huge bulge in his overalls, straining against the fabric, begging to be fre…”
