My pal sucks my cock and glans with envy to make me squirt all my cum on her large pure tits
It was a heat night in Paris when Marie, a voluptuous 38-year previous French milf, determined to bask in her favourite pastime – seducing younger, inexperienced males. With her raven hair cascading down her again, her ample bosom straining towards a low-cut high, and her ample hips swaying with every step, Marie was a imaginative and prescient of female attract.
As she sauntered down the boulevard, she noticed her subsequent prey: a lanky, 20-something pupil named”——. As she approached him, a depraved smile performed on her lips. She knew precisely the way to get his consideration.
“Bonjour, mademoiselle,” she purred, her voice dripping with sensuality. “I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me. Is there something on my face?”
The younger man blushed profusely, his eyes darting nervously between Marie’s ample cleavage and her sultry gaze. “I’m so sorry, mademoiselle, I didn’t mean to offend you,” he stammered.
Marie chuckled throatily, putting a manicured hand on his arm. “Oh, no offense taken. In fact, I’m flattered. How about we go somewhere more private to continue this conversation?”
The younger man’s eyes widened, however he nodded nervously, following Marie to a secluded alleyway. As quickly as they had been alone, Marie pressed him towards the wall, her breasts crushed towards his chest. “Now then, mon chéri,” she breathed, “let me show you what a real woman can do.”
She dropped to her knees, her palms working over his thighs as she undid his pants. The younger man gasped as Marie freed his throbbing erection, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip.
“Mmm, you taste delicious,” she purred, earlier than taking him into her mouth. She bobbed her head, her lips tight round his shaft as she sucked him with skillful abandon.
The younger man moaned, his fingers tangling in Marie’s hair as she labored his cock with gusto. She pulled again, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glans. “You like that, don’t you?” she cooed. “I bet you want me to suck you dry.”
With that, she dove again in, her head bobbing sooner as she deep-throated his cock. The younger man grunted, his hips thrusting ahead of their very own accord. “Oh fuck, Marie,” he groaned, “that feels so good.”
Marie pulled again, a depraved gleam in her eye. “Not yet, mon chéri,” she breathed. “First, I want you to paint my tits with your cum.”
She stood, pulling off her high and bra with a fluid motion. Her breasts bounced free, the delicate mounds topped with erect nipples. “Go on,” she urged, “cum for me.”
The younger man wanted no additional encouragement. With a groan, he thrust ahead, his cock erupting like a geyser. Ropes of cum splattered throughout Marie’s heaving chest, a few of it catching within the valley of her cleavage.
Marie moaned in delight, scooping up a number of the creamy fluid and licking it off her fingers. “Mmm, you taste even better when you cum,” she purred.
The younger man sagged towards the wall, his cock softening as he caught his breath. Marie smiled, choosing up her high and tossing it to him. “Here, you can keep this as a souvenir,” she stated. “But don’t think this is the end of our little game, mon chéri. We’ll have to do this again sometime.”
With that, she turned on her heel and sashayed away, leaving the younger man gaping after her in a daze. But as he watched her go, he could not assist however smile. He knew he’d be seeing much more of Marie – and her wonderful tits – sooner or later.
