Lisa Ann gets a massage

Title: “A Sensual Awakening: Lisa Ann’s Italian Indulgence”

The sun-drenched Tuscan hills rolled out before her, an idyllic backdrop to the day’s debauchery. Lisa Ann, the notorious MILF, reclined on a plush lounger at her private villa’s chlorine-scented pool. Her bikini-strap sagged dangerously low, a tantalizing preview of the succulent charms hidden beneath.

“Signore…” a young man’s voice purred from behind, rich with sexy accent.

Lisa turned to behold a young god: chiseled jaw, pectorals rippling under sweat-sheened skin, and a bulge that promised magnificent things. A dark blond Adonis that could make a spinster weep with desire. “Si, bellissimo?”

“Shall I begin your massage, madam?”

Lisa bit her glossy lip. “Mmm, it seems you already began something.” She glanced pointedly at his tented pants.

“Oh! Perdonate!” He hastily covered himself, blushing adorably.

“No, no, don’t stop on my account,” she purred. “In fact, why don’t you lose those trunks and hop in with me? Hands-on service is always more fun.”

He swallowed hard but complied. Soon he glided through the water like a young Apollo. “Signora, your back needs attention.” Deft fingers played along her shoulders, making Lisa moan. He drizzled oil across her shoulders and massaged it in.

“I think you missed a spot,” Lisa breathed, pushing her oiled ass up against his crotch.

“Dio!” He gasped. His erection pulsed against her slick globe.

Lisa reached back to grab his muscular cheeks. “There…” she purred, grinding against his length.

“Signora, I must protest, this is most improper!”

“Shut up and fuck me.” She turned and leapt into his arms. The Adonis groaned as her heaving tits smacked against his oiled chest. “You’re too much temptation,” he rumbled. His mouth crashed against hers in a passionate kiss. Lisa met him with equal fervor. They tongued fierce, all propriety abandoned for carnal instincts.

“You’re the one who has too much…” Lisa’s slender fingers wrapped around his impressive girth. “Dio!” he cried brokenly. His hips jerked into her touch. She stroked him lavishly, lost in admiration for his sheer size.

“You’re enormous,” she marveled. “I need a taste.”

Before he could protest, Lisa slid a her plush lips over his swollen head. She swallowed his meat to the hilt, immortalizing his cock in her reverent suckling. “Fuck yes…” he panted. “Your mouth is heaven!”

“Mmm, you taste even better,” Lisa murmured, tongue swirling around his bulging glands. She took him into her throat, deepthroating him to the root. Her blowjob skills were legendary, and she was determined to fulfill his debauched fantasies.

He protested weakly, overcome with sensation. “S-signora, I shouldn’t…”

“Don’t fight it,” Lisa panted. “Take what I offer.”

Being too overwrought to resist, he spurted seed down her gullet. Lisa lapped at every drop, relishing his essence. “Dio!” he collapsed back. “Never! I’ve never!”

Lisa rose, smiling coquettishly. “That’s just a preview, hun. Have I earned that massage?” With a wicked grin, Lisa peeled off her bikini revealing her teeming pussy.

“Yes, Signora!” He leapt to comply, hiking his quivering length.

Lisa stretched out like a cat in heat, baring her smooth mound and puckering asshole for him. He obliged, slathering her backside, hands wandering her slick curves. His fingers delved into her soaked channel, making Lisa mewl. He pumped and pressed, urgently teasing her like a bitch in heat.

“I need you…” Lisa trembled, flipping over. She pulled the young stud downward and urged his manhood into her fluttering entrance. He gasped as she swallowed him whole. Their gyrations soon became more fevered, urgent. He pistoned into her, grunting as they coupled. The water slapped and sloshed as they moved against each other.

“Harder!” Lisa demanded. He complied, ramming into her needful cunt with growls. Their bodies slapped together wetly as he rode her. Her nails raked his back, leaving marks. The youth’s cock plunged into her, hitting her sweet spots as they slammed. Her screams of pleasure echoed through the villa as her orgasm crested. Overcome by her quim fluttering around his girth, he erupted with a bellow.

The two lovers clung to each other gasping and twitching, junk still joined. Slowly their pulses calmed and they disentangled, emotionally sated.

“Let’s have an encore, shall we?” Lisa purred, already envisioning other delights for the evening. The young man agreed readily. He still had so much to learn from the famous MILF…