Guests in house

The laughs sounded around the house. The four occupants sitting around the table had a great time. The early midday meal – it was around eleven o’clock -was semi-official.

Charles Green was wearing a simple black suit, white shirt and black shoes. His companion, Scarlett Contresas, went with red high-heels, black stockings and red silted evening dress – very similar to the one her cousin Brooke wore when he last saw her… and by the looks of it, she has forgone bra…

Charles guests were you’re his old friends who came to see his new house.

Doria Venegas, in short, was a beautiful Latina MILF in her forties. Her skin was tanned, of light mocha colour and her straight jet black hair ended right below her shoulders. Her diamond shaped face could serve as a model for Greek sculptures, come to think about it, her fit body could also easily serve as a model. The most impressive thing about her body were her enormous shapely, tits.

She wore high-heels and a simple dress. Charles, knowing her, suspected that was all she wore. He first met her some years ago when he published one of his books. They ended up in bed and stayed in contact since. She was still married then, but her children were already independent. Now, a year after the divorce, she came with her young lover to meet him. A little break from their tour over the country, she said.

Gabriel Romero was a young man in his thirties. He keeps his hair short, ‘combed’ in an artistic mess. He was a tall slim man, but bosting some muscles. His body was adorned with quite a few tattoos, most prominent a dragon one on his neck. He also wore a distinguished golden bracelet with a sign “KING” on it. He wore a simple grey suit, shoes and a blue shirt.

“-and I swear to you,” Scarlett continued “her body was still climaxing when they took her to the ambulance.” People all laughed. “Her nipples were so erect that I thought that she would cut through the sheet that was covering her.”

The guests laughed.

“So, what happened to her?” Gabriel asked.

That made Scarlett wince a little.

“She was decreed brain dead. A week ago they have disconnected her from life support system.” Scarlett said as she took a sip of wine. “We were invited to the funeral.”

“So… she basically cummed her brains out? And they say that sex never killed anyone…” Doria commented. “Well, it was nice talking with you, but it’s time to leave.”

Everyone started getting up and Charles turned to Doria.

“So, where do you plan to go now?”

“Well, Scarlett told us about a camping site nearby. I was thinking about having some quality time there before moving on.”

Charles nodded knowingly and escorted his guests to the exit. As he was hugging Doria goodbye, he slipped his left hand under her skirt – yup she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He slipped his fingers into her snatch.

Her eyes widened at the intrusion, she bit her lip to stop a moan escaping her throat, as he started furiously fingering her before stopping suddenly and stepping away, leaving the frustrated woman, right before she reached her release.

Charles smiled, turned to Gabriel and grabbed Gabriel’s hand in a handshake.

“Have fun with her.”

He looked back knowingly and smirked.

“Oh, don’t worry – I will.”

As Charles sat in living room, Scarlett entered the room and with fluid movement she allowed her dress to slide down, leaving her standing only in high-heels and stockings. Charles swallowed as she started sensually walking over to him.

“What’s the story with Doria?” she asked.

“Well, she’s a woman of a… particular tastes. She’s-” Charles stopped as Scarlett rose her hand.

“Wait, don’t tell.” She walked up to table and brought his laptop and gave it to him. “Tell me as you write about it – I want to hear as you make a story of it.” She smirked and knelt in front of him.

He hissed with pleasure as hot lips surrounded his dick.

He opened the laptop and started writing, speaking at the same time, So that Scarlett would know what was going on.

The hot Latina MILF…