She spreads her legs wide

Crying with ecstasy as her brain turned into mush, Jessica instinctively complied, letting her thighs fall wide open to let this man fuck her. Her feet bobbed through the air on either side of his hips as she received a savage pounding, reduced into little more than the Frenchman’s enthusiastic, personal cocksleeve. She wasn’t usually like this, letting a man have his way with her. Even before her marriage she hadn’t allowed men to treat her like this, to just use her. It must have been the weed, she reasoned, that had tapped into a part of her personality that she usually kept in check, but right now just spreading her legs for a man and having him treat her like a little fucktoy… it simply hit the spot!

“Yeah! Fuck me!” Opening her eyes, she stared up at the Frenchman on top of her, giving him a fiery glare. She could see the feral greed in his eyes. He wanted her and she loved it. The debauched pleasure of being desired by a stranger gave her a naughty kick and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Ankles crossed behind his butt, she proceeded to pull him deeper as he plowed her, clenching her pelvic muscles in an attempt to coax out his load.

Growling, Pierre intensified the power of his thrusts. Grabbing the back of Jessica’s head, he leaned in close to her, holding her tight and forcing her to look right in his eyes as he fucked her. Meeting his energy, Jessica bared her teeth to snarl up at him, the tension between them almost palpable. Rubbing her pink clit furiously, she continued to spur him on by hissing expletives, her heels digging into his glutes. “Fuck me, Pierre! Fuck my pussy!”

Pierre roared. Taking the actress completely by surprise, he pressed his lips to hers in a deep, sloppy kiss. Jessica mumbled, but after the initial shock she quickly responded, her tongue lashing at his as they hungrily made out. She gasped for air as he all but violated her, dominating her from two ends now as his cock continued to punish her perfect, pink pussy.

He broke the kiss without warning and suddenly straightened, lifting her clean off the bed and into the air. She slung her arms around his neck, holding on with sheer instinct as the powerful Frenchman dug his fingers into her glutes and used them as handles to lift her on and off his cock. The feminine gasp she gave as she sank deeper onto his cock than ever before gave him even more strength.

“You’re a dirty girl, Jessica?! Ma sale pute?!” he whispered straight into her ear as she clung to him, sending shivers down her spine. He hissed with the exertion of the strenuous position but kept the hard pace up, just loving the high-pitched gasps she made. “Your cunt feels so good…”

Opening her eyes, Jessica moaned in response as she found herself facing the room’s large mirror. The sight was quite shocking, frankly, and she barely recognized herself. Legs and arms slung around the broad-shouldered man who held her up in mid-air, her luxurious, brunette hair a heavily disheveled mess, eyes red-shot and half-lidded, her lips agape in a whorish gasp… She looked nothing like a businesswoman. She looked like a slut!

Her thoughts were cut short when Pierre turned around so he stood with his back to the bed, facing her away from the mirror. With a strained grunt, the Frenchman sat down heavily on the bed, pulling her down on top of him so Jessica was straddling his hips, his cock deeply embedded inside her sex.

“Ride me, bitch!” Pierre ordered, laying back on the soft mattress and giving her a demanding glare, his hands still firmly on her buttocks, “Ride me! Allez!”

Jessica took a moment to catch her breath, her world still spinning around her. Bracing her hands onto the older man’s chest, the Latina had to concentrate for a moment to find her center. As she adjusted her position a little, shuffling her hips slightly, she could feel the thick cock deep inside her, stretching her out, and every small move sent small, naughty sparks through her flesh. Smiling to herself, she began to roll her hips back and forth at a measured pace, testing her range of motion for a moment. Finding the right angle, she gasped with pleasure and repeated the motion, Pierre’s thick cock hitting just the right spot.

Pierre watched with satisfaction as the actress on top of him worked herself into a rhythm. Her pupils were dilated and he could see that she was high as a kite. It was no wonder, his weed was potent stuff and by her own admission she wasn’t used to it, so the THC hit her even harder. Maybe he was taking advantage of her, but the Frenchman felt far from guilty. He hadn’t pretended to be anything he wasn’t and it wasn’t like she was **** out of her mind. He had only provided the means, given her a nudge in the right direction, the fact that Jessica Alba was a cheating whore was her own responsibility. He was here to reap the rewards and have the “businesswoman” bounce on his cock!

As the actress grinded her pussy against his crotch, Pierre reached up and grabbed the neckline of her body firmly with both hands. Jessica looked down, but before she could process what he was doing, the Frenchman ripped the front of the garment apart, tearing it all the way from top to bottom and snapping the plain bra beneath in half in the process. She gaped at her ruined clothes, her soft tits jiggling out in the open now that they were freed of their confines, but she was too caught off guard to resist as he wrestled the tattered remains down her arms and tossed them off the bed, leaving her completely naked.

Still shocked, she stared at the Frenchman until a firm smack to her booty awoke her from her daze and made her give a little gasp.

“Come on, Jessica! Ride me, cochonne!”

Pierre smirked as she quickly complied, continuing to rhythmically push her hips up and down. A lust-filled gasp slipped out from between her lips and as she threw her head back, her hair messily falling in her face, nostrils flaring and eyes closed in bliss, she looked like sex incarnated. Her ass felt amazing in his hands, warm and smooth, with the strong muscles of her glutes flexing beneath his fingers as she moved. He gave her a squeeze, testing the exquisite flesh, marveling at the famous ass.

“You are so fucking wet, Jessica!” he hissed at her, making sure to drive home how turned on she was. She gave a throaty moan in response, loosing herself in her own world of pleasure as his thick cock stimulated all her good spots deep inside her pussy. Her brow furrowed as she gradually increased the pace, rolling her hips to achieve maximum pleasure and she nibbled on her lower lip. She wanted more, deeper.

“Fuck, Pierre!” she grunted, riding harder and faster. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust, her groans became louder and louder until she gave a sharp cry on every single stroke, fucking him intensely. His hands on her ass supported her movement, allowing her to go even harder as her thighs began to burn from the exertion. The weed worked well to dull the pain, which allowed her to ignore it and push on, flicking her hips back and forth with intent.

Jessica could hear the squishing sounds her pussy made as she fucked him and couldn’t help but feel at least a little embarrassed by the lewdness of the entire affair. She couldn’t recall that she had ever been so wet, her pussy so perfectly skewered and it was all with a rather unattractive man that wasn’t even her husband. Somehow, his lack of looks made it all even hotter, made it all feel even more wrong and debauched. She could feel his dick deep inside of her, his hands on her ass cheeks, groping and squeezing as he pulled her down harder.