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My new softcore friend makes it even more exciting by sticking his hand up the back of my skirt and down my new panties on the way up. Was that a little goose I felt? I pat his bulge, which is even bigger now than it was on the ground. I take that as a compliment. His name is Pierre (who'd have guessed?). I would have been happy to have him climb the railings at the corner of the top platform and brace himself against the girders, so that I can blow him from a standing position, but Pierre seems to want a bit of privacy. I can respect that. We head out onto the open staircases that extend from the ground to the top of the Eiffel Tower. It's a wonderful compromise between Pierre's desire for privacy and my own, well, slightly more exhibitionist nature. There - the secret's out! Pierre's lovely big coq (kok) is free of its coop in no time. It's in my mouth faster than a hardon in a whorehouse. He manages to pull my white dress up to my neck. He buries his face in my "beeg fawkeen teets", as he called them, and his fingers in my very damp "moof". This man is a stud! I blow and I suck and I blow some more. His prick bangs against the back of my throat time and again. "Did you know that in English, this is called Frenching?" I ask, smiling at the irony, dragging my mouth off his manhood. But he doesn't want to talk. He places his hand on the back of my head and jams it back down onto his waving penis. It seems a troop of teenaged English schoolboys have decided to forego the expense of the Big Tits lift and climb the stairs, because we soon have an audience clad in gray trousers and maroon jackets, commenting on our performance in charming cockney accents. Pierre is shocked at first, but he chooses not to stop just then. Within seconds, however, he shoots a large load of cum down my open throat. I swallow every single drop - I want this to be the perfect French blowjob. Pierre is gone in seconds, and for one glorious moment I think about blowing all these young lads. But no, I don't know what the age of consent is under French law, and I'm not into kiddie stuff. I'm no pervert. They do seem anxious to help me get dressed again, and when I finally walk back out onto the platform, I'm confident that my dress is smoothed out, my stockings are pulled up with no wrinkles, and that my breasts are neatly back into their half-cups. Pierre is still waiting for the elevator. We ride down together, although we didn't speak much. He seemed very interested in the view. When the doors open back at ground level, a large crowd awaits us, and we get a standing ovation. Imagine that! For oral sex in Paris! It feels a bit like beating the English at football. Pierre has indian disappeared into the throng. Back at the hotel, the usual crowd of bellboys vied to see who would escort me to my room. After such an exhaustingly sexual day, I was feeling a little naughty myself, so I decided to see if maybe I could seduce one of these garcons up in my room. “Me, too,” I moaned, my hands sliding around her body. Leaning in the leader whispered into the male's ear. they got the walls up for the attic and part of indian the roof then lunch time arrived and 4 of the 6 men left to get lunch then they would return to eat it, the other 2 had brought some sandwiches with them and as it was quite a warm day mum made them some lemonade and asked me to take it up to them as she had to run to the shops Big Tits to get something for dinner, so i grabbed the pitcher and glasses for the men and took it up to the 2 men who were still onsite, i walked up the stairs and the men looked around at me and i told them mum asked me to bring this to you and i took the lemonade to them, they thanked me and asked me to join them for a drink of lemonade there was another pitcher down in the fridge for when they finished this one. We don’t see many farm animals. Each disgusting word that passed her lips pumped more blood into my cock and more lust into my mind. I grinned, wanting an entire world of son's fucking their mothers, pumping their dicks away into their hot cunts. I sucked in a breath and tried to relax my sphincter. “Oh yes I do,” I replied, “He will have a fit if I don’t move the car.” I pointed to a chair they had by their dining room table. I don't want him to see or touch me. I just want to enjoy him." But I was Muslim now. “Sentients?” Brandon smirked, eyes teasing me, “I don’t believe in fairy tales.” A few weeks later we are in the honeymoon suite of five-star hotel. I guess seeing the three ladies having some salad, I decided to join them. I then moved back in the chair as I pulled her on top of me. Her full breasts landed in my face as we kissed and nibbled each others necks, lips, and shoulders. Morning quickly came and he got up going to go fix something for him to eat. “Yeah! I sat down next to the beautiful black temptress, Immediately getting whiffs of her perfume. From there, I thought about my darling Tina and her Mother. "Oh," said Mike attempting to sound cool to cover the overwhelming feelings of fright and insecurity which were sweeping through him. “You have a hot tub?” I asked. Glancing down he noticed her friend looking up at him, she licked her lips. Prestira sighed, sounding slightly disappointed. “You want to know what my wife would’ve thought about our little arrangement?” Holding her elbow tightly to keep her from bolting back up the stairs, I stepped around her and opened the door. This was stupid, this was small, this was nothing to cry about, I had told myself. “I’m sorry, I…” She places her lips on top of mine again as I try to unlock her bra. The sluttiest! I was almost out of breath but I manage to squeak out, faster, then, cum in me. He fucked me hard and fasts for about ten minutes before I felt him cum in me. I had several orgasms from him fucking me. He come up to me softcore and I sucked his cock. Looking up at Harry, she rubbed herself, moaning lightly.