1. Agent del Rey


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cheating, Domination/submission, Latina, Male / Older Female, Author: Hafisz, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    wondered, though, how it had all started. There were in Lyon right now, all staying in hotels while the del Rey elders stayed at Marianne's house. Dazed, John remembered what they were there for, the wedding of Brianna, the youngest child in the del Rey family. If only his room faced over the pool area, he would have been able to locate Marianne easily, but since he had been denied aerial surveillance, he was forced to do ground recon. As soon as he stepped out onto the deck, he knew it would take a while. It was okay, because he had plenty of time to ponder his actions. He had just cheated on his wife, with her sister to say the least. He'd been to Vegas before, but hadn't spent much, or any, time around the pool at any of the hotels he'd stayed at. Now we were staying at a big hotel in France. The pool area was gigantic, and it was full... of incredibly beautiful women, and guys trying to get next to one of them. He had an argument with Ciara about, having kids and frustrated, she'd left him alone in the hotel and went to Marianne's house to stay with her parents. Marianne, however, was also staying in the hotel and came to John to inquire. He started on the perimeter. There were several little bars located around the outer edge, and he used them as vantage points, scanning the immediate area around them. He was shading my eyes, looking for Marianne, when he heard a sultry voice. "Looking for anything in particular?" It asked. John turned, coming face to face with a tall, ...
    stunning black haired beauty, clad scantily. His eyes went on autopilot, visually caressing her hourglass body, before getting stuck on her big tits, a pair that put Ciara's to shame. By the time he dragged his gaze up to her eyes, hidden behind large sunglasses, she was smiling. "Yes, sorry," I gulped, taking in her beauty. "Hmmm," she said, tipping her glasses down, picking up a bottle of oil and going away, leaving John confused as to what just happened. There were a half dozen guys hanging around, ogling her and trying to chat her up. John could hardly blame them. Marianne's bikini redefined 'brief'. A spider web of black strings with swatches of fabric covering the vital areas. Perhaps six square inches of fabric separated her from nudity. The guys around her were all bulging, so she'd had an obvious effect on them as well. Marianne was well oiled. Obviously she applied it herself, but there was no shortage of volunteers to help and she passed over the bottle. She had turned onto her stomach, and four of her suitors were rubbing oil into her back and legs. At first, they avoided the firm, bare flesh of her ass, but gradually, they became bolder, taking liberties. Now their hands kneaded the oil-slicked globes of her rear, and occasionally dipped their fingers onto the velvety skin of her inner thighs. As John neared, though, with the wave of her hand, they all dispersed. She shook her head, sitting up and extending her hand to John. He helped her to her feet, and back ...
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