1. A Call with Francois – My True Story


    Date: 6/29/2017, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Voyeur, Author: MinxGirl, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    February 2015 I go through it every month, and from time to time it can last as long as a week or more. It’s a good thing that I sometimes have help (I probably have to make use of said help more often). This particular help happens to live on the other side of the world, but thanks to technological advances, free calls are not far away, and I have taken full advantage of it but not as often as I would have liked. From South Africa, he was a handsome 48 year-old man with short light brown hair, blue eyes, clean shaven, and solid build at 179 cm tall. How do I know this without meeting him? Well, that’s the advantage of video chatting. His name was Francois. No, he does not speak French; he speaks Afrikaan and English with that Afrikaan inflection that turns me on so much. Just talking to him gets me going in all the right places, such as in my pussy. But I digressed. The night in question, let’s go back to that, much more interesting for you. As I said earlier, I go through a certain horny phase during the month which can last upwards of five to ten days (I’m sure all women do as well). It was late, I was already in bed, nude, thinking of a certain someone between my legs, my right hand at the apex, spreading my labia and toyed with my tiny bud with my middle finger, waiting for my juice to make its much needed lubrication, which did not take long at all being in the horny state that I was in. As I closed my eyes, my hand turned into him, his face in fact, his tongue to be ...
    exact. The way I liked a tongue to work my clit, swirled around and around, before being sucked into his mouth and the tongue going from side to side in a rapid-fire motion. Meanwhile, my left hand has not been idle. It was cupping and pinching my nipples, worked both into stiff peaks. Naturally it was not my hand doing these things, it was his hands, his lips, his tongue, and his teeth. I was in heaven. My clit trembled as his tongue worked faster, twirled and tapped with random rhythm. He sucked my bud hard, engorging it, and heightened my sensitivities. My whole body shuddered, my breath increased, my heart hammered in my chest, bl00d roared in my ears. I could feel his lips worked at my nubbin then moving on to my labia majora, sucked and nibbled each lip as his tongue insinuated to lick the tender inner side. I writhed under the onslaught, it felt amazing to have his tongue licked my pussy, completely bypassing my button. I contemplated about his fuckable cock, a good seven and a half inches of thick white meat, throbbing and hard, waiting for me to do something with it. I wasn’t sure if I actually wanted him to fuck me, or just keep his face buried at my pussy. Decisions, decisions. Over in a few seconds, I thought what the hell, I might as well use him. Off my bed and into his living room (yes, it’s getting confusing with the location, but bear with me here). He lives in a beautiful high-ceiling home, lots of open space, very airy and high windows. He has this little ...
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