LUXURY TASTE

Hello, my name is Sylvie and, with my husband Alex, we are a very beautiful couple in our forties. We both have very strict professional lives, and there is no reason to assume what we share in private. Our sexuality is the opposite of what we let it appear on the outside. We love sex, and our couple never tire of new experiences. We are very much on voyeurism and exhibitionism, a subject on which we delirium enormously. Today I would like to share one of our fantasies with you. We often imagine that I meet a very distinguished and wealthy gentleman. Alex is excited for me to hard-on a man of high social standing. Here is my porn story. The story we would like to live: I am in the chic bar of a grand hotel, having a drink while listening to a singer, leaning on the piano. I put on a long black dress slit sideways to the top of the thigh, with a huge open back draped from the birth of the buttocks. We can admire the tattoo nestled in the small of my back. I wear a necklace on my cleavage which, with each movement, makes it possible to guess that I am topless. I cross my long, shapely legs that end in stiletto heels, and the slit in my dress releases them. No one yet can suspect my stockings, and the black lace string thong that conceals my sweet intimacy. The music is spellbinding. I close my eyes to better appreciate the warm and languid atmosphere in the room. I open my eyelids, and my eyes are caught by those of a handsome man sitting a few feet from me: he is dressed in a dark suit and tie. His gaze does not leave me, and I perceive male desire there. I turn my head towards the piano while slowly uncrossing my legs, then I cross them with a very suggestive movement, which gives my admirer a few seconds to imagine the inside of my thighs. He gets up and comes to my table. We start to converse while looking at each other pointedly, as if each of our glances is a caress on the skin of the other. I sip my glass and let my lips slide gently over its walls, while fixing my eyes on my table mate's crotch. I run my hand down the side of my glass, then slowly move it up to suggest how I might take care of his member. He offers to follow him to his room and I accept. We walk past the bar, then we go to the elevator. His breathing quickens. I don't dare look at the effects I cause in his pants, but I know full well that he's "in good shape." We take the elevator, we are alone. The door closes, and he walks over to me. He puts his hands on my hips and slides them across the satin of my dress to my buttocks, while his face clings to my neck. He breathes my scent. A small rattle comes out of his throat, he puts his lips on my skin. He runs his fingers along the slit of my dress. The elevator keeps going up, as does the desire of both of us. His firm but soft hand slips over my thigh to stroke the inside. His fingers move up to my crotch in search of my privacy. I feel a sweet heat invade my lower abdomen and, when her fingers touch the lace of my thong, it is a wet fabric that receives them. The elevator stops, and our bodies separate. The door opens. I follow him in the hallway. I slowly walk to the side, off the carpet, to click my heels on the hardwood floor. He can't even speak anymore, I can hardly feel his saliva swallowing. He trembles slightly when he turns the key in the lock. We enter the luxurious bedroom. I go straight to the bed, with its silk sheets and soft, colorful cushions. He takes off his jacket and walks over to me. I pull him by the tie and put my lips to his lips: I slide my tongue and I twist his like a boa around his prey. I undress him as he strokes my shoulders and arms. Then he lowers his hand, picking up where we left off in the elevator: I undo his belt and his pants. He introduced one of his fingers under the lace of my thong. He slides it into my hot and wet pussy. I feel my liquid run over his hand. His boxers fell at his feet, leaving the thick member that I had imagined all evening to stand up. I sit on the bed. My dress reveals my thighs with the top of the stockings and the garter belts. I take his penis in my hand, I begin by gently caressing it to become fully aware of its stiffness. He closes his eyes to enjoy the massage I'm giving him. His breathing intensifies as I speed up the movement. I approach then my lips from his penis. Then the tip of my tongue begins to explore the full length of that penis. At the same time, I run my fingers over his balls. I open my lips and let his beautiful rod go deep into my mouth. I hear a rattle escape his throat as I suck on it. Then he pulls back and puts his hands on my shoulders. It comes out of my mouth to descend my dress along my body. The rustle of silk on my skin gives me chills. He approaches his lips to my tips of breasts that point. I let out a sigh as the wetness of her mouth envelops my nipple. His tongue plays with my chest, his hand caresses my stomach, then the top of my penis. I squirm with pleasure, and he understands that I want his mouth lower. He takes off my thong, and I open my legs: he admires my little pussy so well drawn. He spreads my slit and approaches his face, inhale my cock full of desire. I feel my liquid spill over her lips and run down her tongue. I no longer know where I am because the pleasure penetrates me. I begin to gasp, and my body arches under the skillful cunnilingus of my partner. Then he grabs her cock and, after wrapping it in latex, presents it to the entrance of my saliva and wet pussy. While holding me by the hips, he penetrates me suddenly and lets out a great groan of well-being. Our bodies are then punctuated by the comings and goings of his penis in my sheath and our little cries of pleasure. The heat is rising again, and my senses are at the peak of their perception. The slightest gesture makes me shudder and brings me closer to ecstasy. My partner turns me around, and I offer him the roundness of my taut buttocks. He caresses my soft, firm skin and holds me by the hips. He reintroduces his penis into my pussy. The jerky breathing, he accelerates the rhythm. I arch my back to the max. I guess the sight of my rump under his assaults turns him on. I cling to the sheets, and I feel the enjoyment surging in me: I let my cries of pleasure invade the room and I am quickly joined in this happiness by my partner who, out of breath, ejaculates while moaning. We collapse on the bed, sated with so much enjoyment. I leave my partner to his memories and I join Alex, to whom I tell in detail all my evening. The excitement is at its peak and we make love without restraint, and anyway, all night long ...

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