He eats her pussy

He savored the moment, taking in the way Jessica’s plump pussy mound was framed between her thighs, just barely covered by the thin strap of cotton of her body suit. The petite slit was visible through the thin fabric, which was soaked with her sticky juices and clung to the outlines of her groove in a way that did little to protect her modesty.

Giving her a wink, the middle-aged man reached out towards Jessica’s taint, where the strap was connected by two small poppers. A small tug with two pinched fingers was enough to snap the buttons open and expose Jessica’ pussy to his view. He smirked as he took in the actress’ cunt. The small patch of dark pubes was neatly trimmed into a triangle, pointing down at her clit, her puffy, brown lips flushed with arousal and smooth, completely devoid of any hair.

Jessica bit her lip, the feral stripping sending a shiver up her spine. Usually, she liked to make undressing a bit of a performance, slowly and teasingly taking her clothes off to make herself feel erotic and desired. Pierre’s hungry, rough approach on the other side lacked any of this sensuality as he gruffly manhandled her. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed Jessica’s well-rounded buttocks one in each hand and held her in position as he buried his face in her sweet Latina pussy.

“Fuuuuuck!” Jessica hissed. Her head was spinning, things moving a little too fast for her **** mind to catch up to. She had planned none of this, had only wanted some peace and quiet. How she had ended up on her back with her toes pointed at the ceiling and this Frenchman eating her out, she couldn’t quite grasp. Yet, as Pierre dragged the flat of his tongue across her heated slit, lapping at her essence, she couldn’t find it in her to complain. It felt heavenly!

Biting down on her full lower lip, she watched from between her knees as Pierre let the tip of his tongue slither all the way to the apex of her cunt, wasting no time in going for her clit. She gave a whimper as he teased her for a few seconds with feathery flickers before he applied himself with more purpose, attacking the sensitive bundle of nerves. Wrapping his lips around it, she felt her lower body twitch as he sucked on her while his tongue wriggled underneath her clitoral hood, finding her most sensitive spot.

She wanted to moan, but at the last moment, pride got the better of her and she bit her lips instead, killing every sound in her throat. She wouldn’t debase herself even more by being loud for him.

She blushed when he broke the suction with a lewd smacking sound, embarrassed by how dripping wet she was. It had been forever since she had been eaten out properly and the Frenchman’s passionate treatment was hitting all the right spots. She felt the tip of his finger slide towards the entrance of her pussy as his lips kept worshipping her button and she tensed up in excitement, eager to feel his fingers inside her again. Yet Pierre left her hanging. Instead of stretching her delectable hole, he used the tip of his finger to tease the entry to her pussy with small circles. She whined in protest, her brow furrowing, however, every small, caressing touch at her juicy entrance just served to drive her pleasure higher. His tongue flickering in wild patterns over the pink, nerve-rich button of her clit, which now peaked out from beneath the hood, only intensified her bliss.

She struggled a bit, kicking her legs out of reflex as he hit an especially delicious spot, yet with her pants still entangled around her ankles she was easily restrained and all Pierre did was to push her back a little more. With her pussy now angled a little more upwards, the slight change in position did a lot to make her feel more controlled while giving Pierre even more space. He growled with pleasure, the vibrations of his deep voice reverberating through her clit to add another note to the symphony of sensations.

“Ma petite salope,” Pierre hissed and Jessica blushed as the two of them made eye contact. This time, she was certain that he had just called her a name, yet in French the words still sounded erotic to her, especially while he was French-kissing her pussy and she couldn’t help but feel excited. However, a moment later, she let out a high-pitched gasp when Pierre stopped teasing her with his tongue for a moment to sit back and lewdly spit right onto her exposed, spread cunt, causing a spike of shame inside her. “You love it, don’t you?!”

He didn’t even give her a chance to reply, instead catching her off guard by pushing two fingers deep into her pussy. Her soaked folds gave way easily and Jessica cried out as her conch shell pink fuckhole was stretched wide. Her eyes bugged, staring at the man almost in disbelief as he gave her a cocky grin and curled his fingers against the top of her pussy.

“Nnnngh…” she winced as he began to thrust into her, massaging her most sensitive regions. He clearly knew what he was doing and with all the teasing, Jessica’s cunt was eagerly receiving his attention. She was so wet, allowing for the Frenchman to proceed rather roughly and he did, sheathing his digits knuckle-deep inside her. As the deep, raw penetration was rocking her mind, he took things even further when he once more latched his lips on to her clit. She bucked, eyes rolling back with intense pleasure as he sucked her button into his mouth, his tongue lashing at her. He definitely was done teasing her for the moment as he began fingering her quick and hard, overwhelming her tired, **** mind with carnal pleasure. The sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her dripping wet cunt filled the room along with her stifled gasps, making for a raw, lewd soundtrack.

Jessica closed her eyes, head dropping back onto the bed. It was all so unbecoming. She wasn’t some random Hollywood bimbo. She had made something of herself. She was a businesswoman, was a mother, she prided herself on her principles, yet this man had gotten her into bed in little time at all and she lay on her back with her legs in the air, just offering her pussy up like some common slut. It didn’t mesh with her self-image at all, yet she couldn’t find the inner strength to put a stop to all this. Instead, she whined, sounding humiliatingly pathetic even to her own ears. It just felt mind-blowingly good as her ****-induced high amplified all sensations. The intensity of the experience was almost too much for her to handle.

“Mmmh… Your pussy is so tasty, Jessica,” Pierre hissed, smirking at the turmoil of emotions on her pretty face. He could read her expressions easily. The twitch at the corner of her left eye was a telltale sign that he had hit a sweet spot, as was the cute crinkle of her nose. He incorporated the knowledge into his motions, refined his technique and the results were all but immediate. The Latina MILF’s pussy was oozing girly cum at this point, drenching his fingers and making lewd squelching noises as he blasted her. Holding her legs back for him, pussy offered up, she looked like she was ready to cum on the spot.

With a growl, Pierre yanked his fingers from her pussy, causing an amusing, loud smacking sound. He stood and quickly undid his belt and zipper, watching the confused, disoriented look on Jessica’s face. Swiftly shoving his slacks down to the floor and stepping out of them, he grabbed the tangled mess that were Jessica’s pants and firmly pushed them further up. Jessica flinched as she was literally bent double, her toes **** into the mattress above her head. She was **** into an uncomfortable stretch, the backs of her thighs burning, and was completely pinned down. All she could do was watch as the Frenchman leaned over her and wasted little time in grabbing his thick, erect cock around the base. The situation had left him rock hard and his cock stood a menacing eight inches at least, ready to work her pussy over.

Faced with the reality that she was about to get fucked by a man that wasn’t her husband, Jessica felt sudden doubts rise in her mind. The sober part of her brain – the mother, businesswoman and overall respectable woman – undertook one last attempt at regaining control, fighting back against the hazy highs of pleasure and ****. She looked up at Pierre with big eyes, trying to find the words. “I… I’m married…” she whispered lamely.

“I know,” The smile Pierre gave her told her everything. He didn’t care. To him, she wasn’t all that. All her achievements, her discipline and principles didn’t matter. To him, she had always just been a particularly desirable piece of ass. She’d be another story to tell on his parties. Jessica bit her lip as the realization burned inside her, another sensation that was multiplied by the weed and left her speechless as Pierre slapped the underside of his cock against her soaked sex. His shaft was heavy, the loud smacking sounds ringing loudly inside her ears and she gave a whimper, then held her breath when the Frenchman let his cock slide backwards until his tip nudged right up against her opening.

“Look at me, putain!” Pierre hissed, waiting for her to comply and make eye contact before he slowly pushed forward.