Underwear Try Out Leads To Louis Eating Flowers Pussy
The sun poured into the quaint African abode through open windows, its warmth caressing the copper-hued skin of the nubile young woman as she reclined on the traditional bed. Her name was Zuri, meaning “beautiful” in Swahili, and indeed she was a vision to behold – petite yet curvaceous, with full, swaying hips and pert breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Her smooth bald head glistened under the bright rays, offset by almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with mischief and an impish grin that hinted at her adventurous spirit.
Triumphantly, Zuri held up a lacy white thong and matching bra, a look of victorious accomplishment on her face. She had found the perfect underwear to showcase her assets – and to show off to her lover. But she knew the garments alone wouldn’t do justice to her incredible body. Smiling deviously, Zuri sauntered over to a dresser, opening the top drawer to reveal an enticing array of silky stockings in various colors and patterns. Hmm, which to choose? The black sheer ones with the lace top? The red fishnets? Ah, but those would just be a tease. No, she needed something that would reveal all, while maintaining a hint of mystery.
A slow, devious smile spread across Zuri’s face as she selected a pair of sheer, thigh-high stockings in a deep eggplant hue. They would perfectly complement her chestnut skin and set off the snowy white underwear. Perfect.
Zuri slipped on the delicate garments, savoring the smooth, sensuous feel as they caressed her skin. She snapped on the bra and thong, then carefully rolled up the stockings and attached them to the garters. A twirl before the full-length mirror confirmed that she looked simply ravishing. The sheer tights outlined her long, shapely legs and hugged her pert derriere. The white lace of her underwear peeked coyly from beneath the stocking tops and transparent bra cups. Her dark, dusty nipples were visible through the sheer fabric, tantalizingly inviting.
Eager to model her sexy attire for her special someone, Zuri headed out the front door, hips swaying with each step. The family house was nestled at the end of a dusty lane, and soon enough, she spotted the familiar tall, rangy figure of Louis striding towards her, his face breaking into a delighted grin as he caught sight of her. Louis was a local teacher at the village school, a kind, compassionate man, well-respected by all. Despite the age gap, he and Zuri had fallen for each other, their love and mutual affection and zest for life obvious for all to see.
“Well now, don’t you just look good enough to eat,” Louis growled appreciatively as he pulled Zuri to him, cupping her full, lush bottom. “In fact, I think I will eat you… that sweet, succulent chocolate flower between those sexy stocking-clad thighs.”
Zuri gasped as Louis suddenly scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her back towards the house, kicking the door shut behind them. He strode down the corridor and into the bedroom, Zuri playfully nipping at his neck and pinching his muscular buttocks as he went, her arousal and hunger for him mounting. Louis tossed her onto the bed and quickly shed his clothes, revealing his lean, toned body.
“Oh Louis,” Zuri breathed adoringly, wrists together over her head, everything in her aching for his touch. “Come make love to me, daddy. Show me how much you love my sexy body in these naughty stockings and underwear.”
Growling, Louis crawled over her, feasting on her bare neck and collarbone, hands caressing her breasts and stomach. “God, Zuri, you’re so fucking sexy,” he rasped. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
Zuri spread her legs eagerly as Louis nuzzled his way downwards, breath hot against her inner thighs and mons. Gasping, she fisted the sheets as Louis slowly pulled off her sodden thong and tossed it aside. Then his mouth was on her, hot and insistent, tongue stabbing deep into her honeyed core, lapping at her throbbing clitoris. Zuri keened loudly, undulating in ecstasy beneath Louis’ skilled ministrations. He brought her to a feverish, shuddering peak with his mouth, before moving to her needy breasts, suckling them through the sheer lace until she was writhing wildly.
Finally, Louis could wait no longer. He sheathed himself in her dripping warmth with one powerful thrust, and they moved together in perfect rhythm. Zuri wrapped her long, stocking-clad legs around Louis’ waist as he pumped into her, the silk gliding across his skin, the fishnets snagging and pulling. The erotic sensations were almost more than he could bear. He switched positions, and Zuri straddled him reverse cowgirl, affording Louis an amazing view of her cresting ass and pussy lips, glistening and clenching around his pistoning shaft.
“Fuck Zuri, ride my cock just like that,” Louis urged, gripping her hips, fingers sinking into the plush, betraying circumference of her ass, feeling the give of the soft flesh.
Zuri complied, riding him hard and fast, the pressure and friction of his cock hitting her g-spot driving her insane with pleasure. Then Louis bent her forward and plowed into her pussy from behind, reaching around to stroke her engorged love bud, his hips pounding into her bossom, until he roared his release, hitting his climax buried to the hilt in her tight, spasming cunt.
They collapsed together, bodies sated, pulses gradually slowing. Louis wrapped a possessive arm around Zuri’s waist, pulling her into his warmth. “You are going to be the death of me, girl,” he rumbled, nuzzling her neck. “But what a way to go.”
Zuri giggled, turning in his embrace to kiss him deeply, feeling his manhood already stiffening against her thigh. “Mmmh, I think that thong and bra need retesting,” she purred wickedly. “Shall we proceed to the next phase of quality control?”
“Everywhere and anywhere,” Louis agreed fervently, leading his minx of a sweet flower by the hand to the bathroom to rinse off. Then then returned to the bedroom, definitely ready for the rest of today’s underwear testing curriculum… and anything else that the free-room and their burning, insatiable passions dictated.
