Imported Ass

SLAP! Monsieur Boulanger casually spanked Nadia’s butt. He was a geezer who lived on her floor — so Nadia ignored it at first. But after 2 years it was becoming a full blown war. He always snuck up on her.

“Je va pousser toi… dans les escaliers, pervers!” she growled. (“I push you… in the stairs, pervert!”)

Boulanger was wheelchair bound. But it was a mere prop. He could run! He could jump like a spring! He was 78 years old. Wrinkly. Yellow flaky teeth. White singlet. Beer belly. Disinhibited.

“C’est je vais te pousser dans les escaliers, mademoiselle,” he laughed. (“It’s I will push you down the stairs, miss.”)

Nadia sighed. And hurried to her studio. He watched the natural sway of her hips.

“Mmm… j’adore le cul importé,” he smiled. (“Mmm… I love me some imported ass.”)

Parisian Men of all ages had thrown themselves at her. She had been on several dates. But she wasn’t looking for anything serious. Just a hard dick to ride on if she was in the mood. Women? No, she hadn’t been with another woman — that was different.

Nadia moaned as a bulky fit rugby player, Hugo, stuffed her cunt with his big cock in missionary. No doubt old man Boulanger was at the door with a cup to listen.

Nadia blushing pink with a naughty smile — Oh fuck yeah… Hugo was a massive man — so manly. His big thick chode stretching her out. Hitting her cervix.

Nadia was fitter now. Athletic from running half-marathons and going to yoga classes. It was a lot of cardio dancing all night on the strip pole.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Fuck me! Ahhh!” She came hard on his cock. Squirting. His tanned dick speeding up. His thick balls filled with cum ready to burst. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

His hands on her bare white breasts. Squeezing. Oh, baby!

“Tu me rends fou, salope!” He roared as he pulled out and sprayed hot white seed on her belly.