1. Yvette et Grant


    Date: 3/23/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: happylooker, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    others, wasn’t afraid to point out where one was tight or didn’t quite fit in some way, and one thing was abundantly clear; he liked the way she looked. She guessed that he was in Cayenne on business rather than on holiday, because he just didn’t look as though he was going to the beach. He was smartly but casually dressed in an expensive shirt and chinos, with highly polished, mature (rather than old) brown shoes. He smelled of a good cologne. Most importantly though, he was a gentleman. He expertly trod the fine line between admirational desire and sheer lust. She knew he desired her but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. The only drawback of the whole thing was that, if he was indeed in French Guiana for work purposes, it was likely to be for just a few days rather than weeks. All the more reason, then, to strike while the iron was hot, so when she had chosen the dress and paid and was about to leave, and she found him loitering in the doorway, they had struck up a conversation as they walked to an unspecified location which turned out to be his hotel. And now she was there with her undercarriage exposed, her large breasts doing their own thing on either side of her ribs and this pleasant man on top of her, inside her, kissing her and making her forget the world. What a nice man you are, she thought, just before he slid his right hand around her thigh and inserted a finger in her anus. What a – gasp – nice man. Then he slid his thumb into her vagina, adding to the bulk of his ...
    penis and increasing the wonderful feeling of being invaded. What a nice – oh mon dieu – man. Yvette had two orgasms five minutes apart and was just starting to think about the fact that she had an appointment with an estate agent in a little while, so she grabbed Grant round the back of his head and gave him the most intense, inflammatory kiss she had ever mustered. She reached for his balls and poured passion into them with her fingers and the palm of her hand. “Je veux que tu...” she began, but realized that he wouldn’t understand the words. She wanted him to cum on her breasts. “Ici,” she said urgently, and mimed the squirting of semen on her chest. “You want me to… come on your tits?” Grant said with a smile. “Öui, cheri,” she said breathlessly. “Ön my teets.” Grant extracted himself from her and moved into position. Yvette realized then that the moment, the blissful interlude in their lives, was about to end, but she knew he would want to see her again, probably for dinner, and she knew he would accept her invitation to sleep with her at her house on the edge of town. She stroked his balls lovingly as he began to masturbate above her. Every other woman in the world, every disdainful shrew, could go fuck herself. Yvette’s mid-forties slice of luck had arrived and she was going to keep it as long as she could. But first she was going to be anointed with semen. Grant’s face contorted with a man’s sweet agony as he prepared to give his woman the sauce of his passion. She ...
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