Amira, The Housekeeper

Amira the housekeeper had a big, beautiful ass. Wide and expansive, with plump, rounded, cellulite cheeks t. That was the sight that greeted both men when they approached the French doors leading to the enclosed courtyard. The fortyish woman was completely naked, even her hijab was gone, and she was kneeling at the foot of the chaise lounge, bending over. Her knees were spread apart and the insides of her thick thighs shone with a veneer of fluid. The two men could clearly see the inner lips of her pussy protruding in an aroused state from the thick forest of her dark pubic hair. The pink folds were wet and sticky looking. As she moved around, twisting her upper body this way and that, her anus seemed to be winking at them.

Her head, with its black hair that only extended to the middle of her neck, was buried between the slender, pale thighs of Yvonne LeBeau. Yvonne was lying on her back, with her knees hooked over Amira's shoulders, and Amira had her arms wrapped around Yvonne's shapely thighs. The housekeeper's palms were flat against Yvonne's lower abdomen and her mouth was pressed to the younger woman's smoothly shaved pussy. With slender fingers, Yvonne combed through Amira's hair, cradling and caressing the housekeeper's head.

Like Amira, Yvonne was also naked, with the exception that the French woman was still wearing her white high heels, whereas the Arabian female was barefooted. Yvonne's eyes were closed, and her breathing shallow. Rapid. Rick grinned and shot a side-long glance at Signor Ferrari. The American expatriate knew was about to happen.

And happen it did. Yvonne rotated her hips, lifting and grinding them into Amira's face. Mewling-like moans escaped from her parted lips and she lolled her head from side-to-side. "Oui... oui... oui..." she repeatedly gasped, and then she locked her legs around Amira's neck.

Rick slowly nodded his head.

With a loud scream Yvonne arched her back, her legs shooting straight out, her toes forming a perfect ballerina's en pointe. The French woman shook and jerked for several moments as she was racked by her orgasm.

Then she collapsed. Her body shiny with perspiration. Her breathing labored. Slowly she opened her eyes. They were bleary, with a far away look. As they begin to focus, she noticed that standing on the other side of the panes of glass of the French doors was.....

"RICK!" she screamed, struggling to get on her feet.