I- Chapter 03

-PAGE: EROTIC+ TV

-TITLE: THE SORDID SHOW

-AUTHOR: LOLO

-CHAPTER 03:

He thought it was a good idea to lick her to another cumshot and started munching her pussy with concentration, working on her clit and pussy together, then thrusting her clit into her fuck hole in a French kiss as his lips tended to her swampy slit.

Floriane lay back, purring, enjoying the oral sex after the furious fucking. She knew that her beloved husband was eager to satisfy her and that it was tempting to cream himself again, on her agile tongue.

But Floriane did not want to be satisfied.

Not yet.

Her sinister imagination had put it all together, step by sordid step, and Floriane wanted to be very excited, to begin with, as she exercised her wanton ways.

She gently placed her pussy on his devoted mouth for a moment, but when it began to heat up and tremble, she stopped moving and sprawled back, feigning accomplishment with a sigh. Ricky lifted his head out of his vee, his mouth all creamy and his jaws dripping with goo, raising his eyebrows again.

He grumbled slightly perplexed;

➖Have you cum yet

Usually when his wife creamed her juices flowed so hard there was no doubt about it.

She moaned with a mischievous smile;

➖It’s okay, honey. I had such a nice cum when you fucked me. This should last me the weekend

Ricky looked doubtful. But then he supposed his wife was caring and selfless, knowing it wouldn't be a good idea to be late to meet her boss.

He pulled back and his cock came into view but, slightly stiffer than it had been when he had lunged at her and his balls a little larger as they responded to the stimulation of the pussy sucking, as if the man's tongue and balls were connected by something. clockwork system through his body.

Floriane gently turned down and held his slippery cock in her upturned palm, looking at her with a smile.

Then her blonde head lowered and she started licking all the pussy cum and fuck juice from his meat.

Her tongue slid up and down his cock, washing his balls, then hovering over his glans. She sucked the slice of meat into her lips and polished it to a shine. When she pulled her mouth away, his cock knob gleamed like a wet purple gemstone.

Floriane knew what she was doing and why she wanted to do it too. She wanted her mouth to be as excited as her pussy, and nothing made her drool with more oral need than giving a guy a half blowjob, especially when his cock was soaked in cum and pussy cream.

But she also didn't want to finish the job and drink Ricky's next cum because she had other plans to satisfy her mouth now that she was so hungry for cum and pussy juice.

The experienced woman had judged him accurately, whetting her own appetite but stopping just short of making Ricky so hard and hot that she would have to finish the job as an act of charity, if only for one more time.

Even though Floriane loved drinking Ricky's cum, that wasn't what she wanted today.

The cock-hungry woman gave one last wet swallow to his blazing knob, then turned her face away from his groin.

His mood intrigued Ricky. Surely she wasn't turning into a tease at this point in her life?

She explained;

➖You'll have to go soon, darling. You don't want to keep Mr. Hatiss waiting.

Ricky groaned, understanding her point of view while regretting the fact that he would be chasing wild animals this weekend when he could have been staying in bed with his wild wife.

He got up and got dressed, having some difficulty getting his cock into his pants. His cock had become big again in Floriane's mouth and his balls were beginning to recharge their virile vigor.

It was a good thing his wool hunting pants were baggy and baggy, Ricky thought. If his tail remained swollen, it would be mistaken for a pouch full of shotgun shells.

Floriane got up and put on a frilly semi-transparent negligee. In this transparent, sexy garment, she looked even more desirable than when she was completely naked, her husband thought. Her big tit tips stood out in twin peaks against the tight-fitting fabric through the fabric. Plenty of elegant thighs showed below the hemline, and plenty of deep, smooth necklines spread out at the neckline.

Again, Ricky thought it was stupid to go hunting and only hoped it would lead to a promotion, so the weekend wouldn't be a total loss.

Floriane came down with Ricky and they had a little cup of coffee together in the kitchen. Then it was time for him to leave. She accompanied him to the door.

She lifted her face for a goodbye kiss. Their lips brushed casually and lightly. But then she couldn't resist giving him a tongue sandwich.

She wanted to make sure she stayed horny.

And even though she knew it was cruel of her to send him away with his horny cock, there was nothing she could do about it. She never would have thought of it if Ricky had gone to town, where frustration might well drive him into the arms of another woman.

But he could hardly get into trouble in the woods with his boss, she thought.

But on this, Floriane was wrong.

Because, even though she didn't know it, and neither did Ricky, at the moment, Mr. Hatiss had some very strange ideas about what kind of jobs merited promotion.

Mrs. Hatiss too.

Floriane placed her sensual lips on Ricky's mouth and their tongues slid back and forth, entwining like wet snakes mating in a cave. He held her by the ass and she arched her back, rolling her stomach and bush against the outline of his erection through the thick wool of his pants. Her nipples were getting explosive, her clit was throbbing and pussy cream was running down her inner thighs. His tail moved like a bronco on his stomach.

Floriane knew that if she continued this passionate embrace, she risked creaming and Ricky was likely to shoot himself in the pants.

With a melancholy sigh, she disengaged. Ricky gave him a wry look and walked out, walking rather awkwardly, his cock sticking out like a pole and his thighs curved around his balls.

Floriane stood in the doorway until her husband got in the car and drove away, smoke billowing from the exhaust into the cool morning air.

It was still very early.

And that was good, because naughty Floriane had a lot of things to do today.

Kevin was still lying on his back in bed, his unmilked erection lifting the sheet high above his waist, when his mother entered his room.

The boy blushed and quickly raised his knees to hide the incriminating state of his cock but this had not escaped Floriane's full attention.

She walked towards the bed. Her son stared at her, unable to tear his eyes away from her voluptuous body in her semi-sheer negligee, peeking up and down between her puffy nipples and bushy vee.

She smiled mysteriously, he noticed a sort of knowing look. Damn it ! Had she seen his tail stand up? Was she going to teach him a stupid lesson about the harms of self-harm? But if that was the case, why was she smiling?

He looked at her in embarrassed confusion as she curled up loosely on the side of his bed. She tucked one knee under her, exposing her lush leg near the groin, and as she leaned forward slightly, it looked like her large breasts were about to burst out of her blouse.

She seemed to hesitate, as if searching for words. She asked him still smiling;

➖Have you played with yourself, Kevin, darling?

He croaked;

➖Damn it! No mother !

Floriane took the edge of the sheet and lifted it, examining her loins.

Despite the boy's shame, his willing cock refused to recede or shrink, rising in a long, thick tower above his swollen balls.

Floriane stared at his groin for long moments, her silky eyelashes fluttering over the shiny azure orbs, her lips slightly parted, the tip of her tongue sliding over them. Her nostrils flared gently as she breathed in the feverish fumes from his cock and balls.

Then she looked up, giving the panicked young man an amused and ironic look.

She purred;

➖What a nice cock you have, darling. She's so big and hard

His eyes expressed disbelief.

She added;

➖If you don't play with it, you should

The boy couldn't believe she said that. It wasn't the kind of motherly advice you'd expect.

He croaked;

➖God, Mom, I can't help it if it gets stiff. But I don't play with it.

Floriane knew it must be a lie.

But it suited her purposes perfectly to pretend that she took it to be the truth.

She tells him;

➖A powerful young man should empty his balls at least once a day, you know. It's not healthy to walk around with a full set of balls.

Kevin could only gasp. She turned her head and looked at his erection again. As if his gaze had a tactile, caressing property, his cock pounded wildly.

She said in a hoarse voice;

➖Well, Kevin? Do you want to promise mom that you will relieve your beautiful big cock with a handjob? Hmmm? Do you want to beat your meat for mom?

Kevin's Adam's apple sank down his throat like a monkey in a tree. His lips moved but only a shrill cry came out. His voice box was strained and besides, the young man didn't know what to say.

She raised her eyebrows teasingly and purred;

➖What's wrong, honey? Not in the mood? Aren't you horny enough to jerk off?

TO BE CONTINUED...