Sun dips low over our secluded villa. Infinity pool shimmers. Teak terrace warms underfoot. Laurence lounges on a leather chaise, skin bronzed, bikini clinging. 34, brunette waves to shoulders, gray-green eyes, 1.74m tall. Small breasts, endless legs to a vertiginous, arched ass—tight, aggressive invitation. Bourgeois facade hides her inner whore.
I kiss her awake. Franck arrives, tall student from her modeling class. Carries her fired piece: voluptuous nude woman. Smiling, jeans tight. Eyes devour her hips. Champagne flows—crisp bubbles, chilled crystal. We settle poolside. Trees shield us. Neighbors 100m away. No prying eyes.
The Privilege
She bends serving drinks. Ass thrusts near his face. Fabric molds her sex. Talk turns intimate. Alcohol loosens tongues. She teases his life. Giggles. When he steps away, I whisper: ‘You’re wild tonight.’ Her: ‘Horny as hell.’ My hand cups her mound through bikini. Wet. Not pool water.
He returns, sees. Stammers to leave. I stop him. Slide hand back in. She spreads wide. Eyes roll back. I massage her slit. ‘Beautiful, isn’t she?’ He nods, bulge straining. I peel bikini bottom. Pink folds glisten. He kneels close. Fingers part lips. Juices slick. ‘Hear that squelch?’
Her: ‘Fuck me. Need cock.’ She begs him: ‘Show yours.’ Kneels. Fishes out his thick shaft. Devours it. Cheeks hollow. Lips stretch. First other cock in her mouth. I strip, free her tits. Fingers plunge her sopping cunt from behind. She grinds like a bitch.
‘Tasty?’ ‘Huge.’ He admits fantasizing in class. She spits: ‘Jerked to my ass?’ He growls: ‘Suck it, slut.’ Explodes down her throat. She swallows. Lies back, legs splayed, fingering herself. ‘More cock.’
The Excess
I mount, legs high. ‘Watch it sink.’ Franck straddles her face. She jerks him hard. Balls on tongue. I pound. He stiffens. Pull out. She dogs. Ass high, tongue lolling. Sunset gilds her.
‘Franck in cunt. You in mouth.’ He sheathes, slams home. I grip hair, throat-fuck. Each thrust shoves her onto me. Eyes lock—pure ecstasy. She cums, quivering. He floods condom. I erupt in her mouth.
Whispers: ‘Adore you. Best ever watching you fucked.’
Villa envelops us. Champagne flutes clink softly. Franck dresses, slips away into dusk. We retreat inside. Leather sofa cradles us. Her head on my chest. Secret sealed by glass walls, velvet night. Elite pleasure, ours alone. Tenderness returns. Bourgeois veil drops back. Until next crave.
