Une Jolie Française Trompe Son Mari Pour Baiser En Cachette Ses Collègues De Chantier !!!

Title: “La Française Infidèle: Une Aventure Clandestine sur le Chantier”

The bustling construction site, with its towering cranes and clanking tools, was a far cry from the domesticity of home. But for Sophie, a sexy French wife, the allure of forbidden thrills drew her in like a moth to a flame. With her husband away on business, she decided to indulge in a secret tryst that would leave her panting for more.

Sophie arrived at the chantier that morning, a vision in her tight blouse and pencil skirt. Her heels clicked against the uneven ground as she made her way towards the Portakabin, where her colleagues were already gathered. She could feel their eyes boring into her, openly ogling her curves. Usually, such attention would have embarrassed her. But today, it only heightened her anticipation.

“Bonjour, mes amis,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. “I trust you are ready for a hard day’s work?”

Guillaume, a burly man with a close-cropped beard, stepped forward. “Always ready for you, chérie. But I’m not sure your sweet little pussy can handle it.”

Sophie’s eyes flashed with defiance. “Care to put that to the test?”

Without hesitation, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a searing kiss. Their tongues danced and twined as the rest of the crew hooted and hollered. Sophie felt hands groping at her body, fingers sinking into her ample breasts and kneading her ass. She moaned into the kiss, her head spinning with lust.

“Enough talk,” she gasped, breaking away from Guillaume. “I need to be filled, swiftly and without mercy.”

She bent over one of the tables, hiking up her skirt to reveal the lacy panties barely covering her wet pussy. The men fell upon her like wolves, their hands ripping at her clothes until she was stripped bare. Fingers delved between her thighs, exploring her slick folds and teasing her clit. Sophie writhed and bucked against their touch, her moans echoing off the metal walls.

“Pinzez-lui la chatte!” barked Lucas, the most hung of the lot. True to his words, Simon gripped her thighs, holding her open for all to see. “Branles-lui laqueue comme un babouin en rut,” he added.

Indeed, as one, the men surrounded her, stroking their hard cocks and preparing to give her the rough fucking she craved. Sophie sobbed with need, her pussy throbbing and dripping with anticipation. The first thick cock plunged into her depths without preamble, stretching her wide and making her scream.

Cock after cock fucked her, each one harder and thicker than the last. They passed her around like a toy, stuffing her pussy, mouth and asshole with rampant flesh. Sophie howled with pleasure, her body writhing beneath the onslaught. She could feel the cum building inside them, her own orgasm rapidly approaching.

“It’s mine,” growled Lucas, shoving her down to the floor. ” Used that dirty mouth for your real purpose.” His cock, huge and veined, slapped against her face.

Without hesitation, Sophie opened wide and engulfed him. He cried out as her throat convulsed around him, her tongue flicking against his throbbing member. The men encircled them, sparing no part of her body from their groping hands and tweaking fingers.

When Lucas finally burst, flooding her mouth with his spurts of cum, Sophie came too. Hard. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her as she swallowed every drop, reveling in the knowledge that she was a true French slut, wanton and untamed.

As the men pulled away, leaving her covered in spunk and sticky with sweat, Sophie knew that this was only the beginning. Her forbidden liaisons on the chantier had only just started, and already she craved more. More cocks, more cum, more of this delicious freedom.

She knew that she was terrible wife, betraying her complacent husband at every opportunity. But she had played the faithful wife too long. Now, she was a woman determined to have it all – the joy of family life, and the thrill of forbidden pleasures.

And if that meant fucking her coworkers in alleys, on tables, in storage cupboards… Well, she was determined to devour every inch of cock that crossed her path. As an extra bonus, she had decided to film the whole scandalous affair, messing her phone inside one of her skimpy lace bras as the men hovered over her, stuffing her every hole with their proud pricks.

Sometimes, Sophie mused to herself, as she sauntered out of the Portakabin to begin her day, late forinded looks could be a good thing. And she had all the evidence she needed to convince her husband, if he ever dared to question her faithfulness.

After all, she reasoned with a naughty wink, practive makes perfect, right?