Damn.
She wore a little white G-string underneath. Her ass was tight like she walked everywhere in Paris, up all the flights of stairs toher apartment every day, giving herself a nice peach that usually had to be created with exercise in the gym.
She pulled the panties off too, showing me that pussy that already had a shine.
Jesus.
She turned around and faced me again then moved to her knees on the hardwood floor. Her hands started at my thighs then snaked to my jeans before she popped them free and tugged down the zipper. Just like when she gave me the best head of my life, she tugged down my jeans to my ankles like it was her honor to suck my dick.
My dick was so hard it hurt.
She moved into me like she was going to do it again, beg me to come in her mouth because she liked the taste.
“No.” My hand grabbed her throat and tugged her to me. “I want you.” I’d never turned down a blow job in my life. First time for everything, I guess.
Her eyes softened for a millisecond before they heated again. She crawled on top of me as she straddled my hips, her arms wrapping around my neck so she could kiss me again, our mouths level with each other when she was on my lap.
I dug into her hair with one hand, while the other gripped her nectarine ass. Her tits grazed against my chest when she moved, and I could feel the sharpness of her pebbled nipples. Her skin was cold to the touch but would soon be warm after we moved together.
She sat on my lap, her pussy right on my dick, and I could feel it.
The wetness of her slit. A waterfall of arousal, a viscous lubrication that must have emerged the second I walked in the door because there was so much of it.
She continued to kiss me, rocking her hips slightly so her pussy could glide over my length. The wetter she became, the more it smeared, and the louder the friction between our bodies became. She started to dig her clit into me as she kissed me, pleasuring herself with my mouth and my dick.
I squeezed her cheeks as I felt her tits against me, my dick so hard and anxious but also content with what we had. The moment I was sheathed in that soaking channel, I would be done for, so she could get herself off all she wanted.
She started to moan louder into my mouth as she dug harder into me, dragging her wet folds across me, the most seductive woman I’d ever been with. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. She knew what I wanted and wasn’t afraid to give it.
She came to a stop abruptly, and her hungry mouth kissed me once more before she pulled away. She rose up and balanced on the balls of her feet, my dick too long for her to ride me comfortably, and she guided my length inside her before she slowly dropped down, the muscles of her thighs and ass working beautifully.
I hooked my arms underneath her thighs and loaned her my strength, and together, she rode my length from head to base, her core tightening whenever there was too much, but she didn’t dare protest.
Fuck, I already wanted to come.
A beautiful woman was bouncing on my dick with the endurance of an athlete, her hair swaying, her posture straight.
Her bare pussy was clenching down on my length over and over, flooding it with her arousal and smearing it with enough cream to make a café crème.
All I could do was tense and focus, try to think about something else besides the fact that this was the best pussy of my fucking life. Let her get to the finish line first, because Jesus Christ, she deserved it.
She started to slow, her hands moving to my shoulders to use as an anchor to pull herself up, a starry mist emerging in her eyes. Her pants from working hard turned into moans, and then those moans turned into chaotic whimpers as her channel tightened around me with the strength of an angry cobra.
She finally came with a burst, breaking at the seams, releasing cries and moans that echoed in her small apartment. The windows were still open, so a neighbor may possibly be getting the show of their life. “Yes…” Nails sank into my chest and started to drag, her beautiful eyes locked on mine as she stared into my soul.
Just a little longer.
She continued to clutch my dick with that pussy, squeezing every last drop of pleasure before it was gone.
Come on, Luca.
She finally came to a stop, catching her breath because the exhaustion hit her after the pleasure swept her away.
I could come right now even if she just sat there because she was so damn hot, but I waited because I wanted the full experienceof her riding my length with her stomach tight and her hard ass working to lift her body up and down.
She caught her breath and started to move again, pushing her hips down to my base and up again, over and over. Her legs were tired, but she continued to work, letting me do at least half of the work with my arms.
I moved her harder and faster, ready to come inside that slick paradise.
