Sex on the billiard table with an au pair | Erotic sex stories

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We had had an au pair from France at home for three months. My wife had chosen her with careful not to tempt me. Claire was 18 and looked quite average, well. A bit chubby and with thick glasses she appeared at the time for the performance. However, she had changed significantly when she was with us. The glasses had given way to contact lenses and what looked chubby under the “sack” at the time, in her current clothing, turned out to be a womanly curve.

I had long since noticed that the little one Bitch wanted to wrap me around my finger. My wife had made an appointment for lunch for lunchtime, so that Claire was alone at home. I came home briefly in the late morning to get something for an appointment. When I do that Living room left and passed the door to the billiard room, I saw Claire, who stood at the Snookert table and leaned over it to apparently clean him.

She probably hadn’t noticed that I was at home and when she stretched far across the huge table, her short skirt slipped a little up over the crunchy bottom. Under her tight white panties, a narrow furrow emerged between the soft curves. It was a delicious sight and almost instantly stood up in my pants. Suddenly Claire, who apparently felt unobserved, took up with both hands under her skirt, grazes the panties and puts it on the table next to him.

I was very surprised and felt like mine tail Was hot. Claire took the cloth she had to dust in her hand, put it together over her eyes and tied it behind her head. With your eyes connected, she turned to me and lay back on the table. She spread her Legs something and started with the Finger On their shaved pussy to play while with the other hand you pushed up the t-shirt that is much too wide to walk your remarkable tits.

Two fingers spread the wet lips of her cunt and her other hand groped to the panties that lay next to her on the table. I had completely forgotten my appointment and hardly dared to breathe so that she didn’t notice me. I watched the panties between the spread lips with relish, where it was slowly disappearing almost completely in the slippery gap. Only a tiny tip looked out of the damp shimmering hole.

Claire now opened her legs even more. My cock already hurt in his close hiding place and I could no longer resist this sight. The little bitch knew very well that I was at home and now watched her. She had deliberately staged the situation. I sneaked into the room, but before I put my cock into this horny pussy, I wanted it to be really wet and slippery.

I started gently along her thighs with my tongue lick and realize that she twitched together very easily. However, since she left her legs far apart, I started wetting her soft labia with my tongue. Slowly I pushed her next to the fabric of her panties in the damp gap, and when I grasped the protruding tip with my teeth, I slowly pulled the end out of slippery.

She groaned on the friction and my fingers circled their sensitive pearls while circling their sensitive pearls. When the last piece of fabric slipped out of the wet pussy, a loud sigh and so that she didn’t have to suffer so much, I grabbed a billiard queue and put the end of the stick onto the dripping gate. I gently introduced him to the heated throat with a slight rotation. He was now very deep in her and her pussy twitched impatiently when he started inside.

I leaned over her and released her pearl with my fingers to let her feel my tongue. Again and again I pushed it over the shaft of the Queue into the narrow gap, so that Claire groaned out loud. My tongue stroked the beaded labia and it was already so wet that the cloth of the table had a large damp spot. Her pussy crowded towards the shaft of the Queue, if I only pulled it out of her throat very little, until she felt it completely in her again.

I noticed how she moved her abdomen faster and more demanding and her moaning became louder and louder. I bit gently into the pearl so that she shouted and noticed how it was overwhelmed by an inner vibration. The expiring fuck hole cramped around the still deep in her. Slowly she relaxed again and began with circular movements around the pole in her, which, despite her whining, I slowly pulled out of the horny juice bush and let me disappear one floor deeper.

I showed a bright jauncher that she liked his new position as well and my tongue now disappeared deep in the cave that had just become free. Claire pressed the juicy grotto towards me and joined the hard table. The sticky juice ran over Claire’s ass on the green table and my heat increased into unbearable ones, while my tongue played impetuously in the sticky gap. She was so hot that she only felt the desire to finally be redeemed from my post.

The cue that I repeatedly drove into her butt in gentle bumps, almost brought them around the mind. She screamed, begging around my glowing stake, which should finally fill it out, trembles on the whole body and her fuck hole seemed to be burned. The sensory rush reached the climax when I grabbed it with both hands on the solid butt and finally put on my glowing rod torn to tear.

Slowly her smacking funnel filled with throbbing meat. In the rhythm of her screams I drove my cock into the slippery, slimy honey pot. Time and space dissolved in the flickering contractions, which they shake through. She burned and every push of my lust leg had Claire shakes as if by an electric blow. My piston oscillated effortlessly, as lubricated, faster and more emphatic in the slimy pot. The desire was no longer increasing and it only wanted to be filled from my hose, which claps into her clapping into her.

“Oh oui s’il vous plaît, plus, plus, per Vais maintenant …” she screamed, in favor of salvation. With all your senses she wanted the hot juice that the tube working deep into her in her. My bells rang divruptely when they applauded on the sticky cheeks of the butt and my Schwengel burned with lust. My ringing seemed to burst, the volcano in me urged the explosion with all its might, which I could no longer control.

Hot the river flocked through the deep -lying channels and finally I spat the glowing lava, which it seemed to tear it out, in Claires, swampy gap, deep into the drooling box and redeemed it and me from the indescribable efforts of the woon. Claire sank together, moaning, trembling, without control over her body. The little bitch was steaming from the cold sweat covered on the table and rank for breath.

The senses are still foggy from the intoxication of the desire that she was still capable of. Claire winced when she suddenly felt a slight pressure on the bare Venus mound and salty tears wet her eyes under the cloth she covered her. She felt how the pressure slowly moved over the abdomen, between the thighs covered with sticky mucus, over the belly, between the breasts and back to the starting point to the hot slurling column moved.

It was pleasantly cool and she enjoyed the gentle pressure at the entrance of her gate, which inevitably held out. I tenderly rolled the billiard ball over her steaming skin, and when my lips closed around the firm teased nipples, Claire slowly began to vibrate again, with demanding her butt from the table and looking for the pressure of the ball. Her hands grasped my head and squeezed it onto the soft breasts so that I could hardly breathe.

Claire tried to press the thighs together to feel the ball between the legs even more firmly, but then her trembling hands pushed my heated head to the shame and pressed my face eagerly on the sticky crack. When my lips close around the love pearl, she cried out again and I felt the warm broth out of the snap cunt quolle. With two fingers I dipped into the soap mud and Claire pressed the swampy grotto together, so that even more flowed out.

My fingers picked up the warm tuning and distributed them over the steaming body. I rubbed their tits with it and dipped my fingers into the sticky throat again and again to get even more of it. My tired hands massaged the hard nipples and their abdomen repeatedly pushed up for desire. Claire’s hands walk over the sticky breasts and my fingers continued to take on the horny soup beches.

My thumb effortlessly slid into the stop while my index finger massaged the swollen bud and let it moan loudly. My other thumb is now also looking for the way into the moral furrow and I open the gate so that they were nice for the powerful impact of my, back to full size. I put it gently at the entrance to the wide -open clever and let his tip dive slightly a few times.

With every touch of the portal, the shot shrugged and Claire drumbled heavily groaned on her sensitive nipples. With a hard push, my lance suddenly stabbed clapping when she stretched her fuck hole again, and stayed deep inside. Claire’s abdomen twitched and she tried to move it, but I held her on the table as if nailed down. My stake was firmly anchored in her and let her remain motionless.

I felt her lust hole kept moving together as if she wanted to milk me. I hesitantly pull him back until he almost slips out and when she talered, I suddenly and hard pushed him back into the twitching abyss.

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