Je me branle en la mettant se faire baiser

The sun was setting over the cityscape as Louis and Amélie returned to their apartment, eager to share their secret lust no more. Louis had been discreetly filming Amélie and her lover, Marine, during their intimate encounters for months, capturing every wild thrust and gasping moan on camera. Today, he had finally uploaded the most daring footage—their steamy threesome—to his subscription-only X-rated website.

As Amélie hung up her coat, Louis lunged forward and pinned her against the wall, his erection digging into her backside. “Chaude comme il fait, joué àvelopp au peux d’cinaNaturalité,” Louis purred, his hot breath tickling her ear as he groped her curves through her dress. Amélie let out a throaty laugh, her body melting into his touch. “Toi, tu as regardé tes vidéos ce matin,” she teased, reaching behind to give his hardening cock a playful squeeze.

Their clothes fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs, a whirr of zippers and fabric, until they were skin to skin, the cool air caressing their feverish bodies. Louis swept Amélie off her feet and carried her to their bedroom, laying her out like an offering on the silk sheets.

He lavished her full breasts with attention, dragging his tongue over the stiff peaks until she writhed and bucked beneath him. His hand slid down the planes of her belly, past the soft tuft of hair at the apex of her thighs, to dip into her slick folds. Amélie mewled, arching into his touch as he circled her throbbing clit with practiced ease.

“You’re soaked, ma chérie,” Louis growled approvingly, slipping two fingers into her tight heat. Amélie lenses’d, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts as he finger fucked her hard and fast. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him down for a searing kiss as his palm ground against her aching nub.

Just as Amélie was teetering on the edge, Louis withdrew, leaving her empty and wanting. She whimpered in protest, but Louis just chuckled darkly, arranging her on her hands and knees. Amélie moaned,vivaliseeuseThat’s it, baby, display yourself for me,” Louis commanded as he worked his thick length through her slick lips. She pushed back, trying to impale herself on his cock, but Louis held her hips steady, denying her the pleasure of a fast fuck.

With a grunt, he sheathed himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. Amélie cried out, her walls clenching around him, accommodating his girth. Louis set a brutal pace, pounding into her willing body, his heavy balls slapping obscenely against her swollen clit.

Amélie panted and moaned, the sharp grip on her hips the only thing keeping her from faceplanting into the mattress as Louis took her with all the finesse of a rutting bull. His cock hit all the right spots inside her with every thrust, spiraling her towards orgasm.

“Park favors me,” she keened, rocking back into his pistoning hips, her nails scrabbling at the sheets. Louis snarled, reaching around to pinch and roll her nipples, theervauntantS’il vous plaît, je vous en supplie, Don’t stop!”, Amélie begged, her body trembling and tightening, desperate for release. Louis pounded into her harder, faster, his grip bruising as he chased his own climax.

With a ragged scream, Amélie came undone, her pussy clamping down on Louis’s cock like a vice as wave after wave of bliss crashed over her. Louis slammed into her one last time before shouting his release, his hot seed painting her fluttering walls.

They collapsed together onto the bed, satiated and panting, bodies slick with sweat and effort. Louis gathered Amélie into his arms, pressing soft kisses to her temple as their breathing gradually slowed.

“Tu es incroyable, tu sais ça?” Louis murmured, his hand trailing soothing circles on her hip. Amélie hummed contentedly, nuzzling into his chest. “Je suis chanceux femme,” Louis said thickly, his voice heavy with emotion. Amélie knew he wasn’t just talking about the mind-blowing sex. He was talking about the trust she placed in him, the openness she showed him, the bond they shared.

And as they drifted off to sleep, their limbs entwined, Amélie knew that their love, their life, their marriage—it was anything but ordinary.