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Erotic experience in a luxurious hotel in Paris

Erotic experience in a luxurious hotel in Paris. The Lady hadn’t slept the night before meeting this gentleman. Instead, she’d spent hours laying out different outfits, going through possible fantasy. She pictured James in between her legs, his tongue delicately licking her in the most tender way. She started to rub herself through her panties. The orgasm was delicious in its quiet intensity. She came while picturing him sucking her secret garden.

After they had met at the bar of this luxurious hotel in Paris, James escorted her to her bedroom. Her dress was short and revealing of her creamy white thighs. James took the view in as she crossed her legs, then he moved behind her as she sat on the couch. He reached down and began slowly massaging her tight shoulders. The feeling as he did so was like nothing she could recall. It was as if he was melting her, melting her with nothing but the subtlety of his touch. His hands knew her inside and out.

Authentic pleasure with a gentleman

She whispered as his hands slid over her shoulders, slowly pulling the straps of her dress down so that he could access all of her bare skin. The slack created enough of a gap in the top of her dress that most of her breasts were now revealed as well. She could hear his breathing, deep and excited as he continued to work the muscles in her shoulders. Erotic experience in a luxurious hotel in Paris.

Her slick mound was swollen, ready for his touch. The fabric of her dress was rubbing against her bare pussy, so close to the surface—all it would take was one quick tug and her dress could be hiked up to her hips. Erotic experience in a luxurious hotel in Paris.

She could cum right now if she wanted to, but she didn’t want to seem so cheap and easy. James wouldn’t respect her if she lost control with such little effort on his part. And so she ground her teeth together and kept herself from releasing the energy building in her lower anatomy.

She knew what was coming and her entire body trembled with anticipation—both fear and longing. She leaned forward and her hands grabbed the top of the couch. The hem of her dress pulled up to the very top of her thighs.

She stood with her legs further apart, and her dress moved upwards again. She could feel the air on her butt now. James was seeing her ass. He maneuvered himself so that he was slightly at an angle to her, and one of his strong hands gripped her shoulder.

She felt a sting as his other hand came down and slapped her buttocks. Her ass cheeks bounced with the force of it. Another hard slap. The sound echoed in the apartment. Her pussy vibrated from the pressure. She was getting excited.

He slowly, ever so slowly, pulled her dress up over the curve of her ass. Now her butt was totally in his view. She could hear his excited breathing, but other than that he was silent.

Next, there was another crack of his hand against her naked butt.

She cried out, mostly in pleasure. This seemed to goad him to spank her more fervently. Soon he was paddling her butt with his hand. The slaps were firm and strong, but the pain wasn’t very intense. The Lady was enjoying it much more than she would have imagined. It was intimate, she felt completely connected to James, and trusting that he wouldn’t do anything to truly hurt her. She moaned as he beat her buttocks.

Her secret garden was dripping down her legs and she wanted nothing more than his hand on her bare mound. If he so much as grazed it, she’d have gone off like a fire alarm. But he wasn’t touching her anymore. This was the most erotic experience in a luxurious hotel in Paris.

Absolute moment

She glanced back at him and saw that he was studying her. His eyes were so hungry, she knew that he wanted her badly, perhaps as much as she wanted him. Then why doesn’t he just take her?

His hands moved up to her thighs. Now she was feeling the pleasure. She moaned. The darkness had become a friend, somehow. She rather enjoyed not knowing where his hands would move next. Not knowing what he might do to her, where he might touch her. Erotic experience in a luxurious hotel in Paris.

For a very long time, his warm hands moved along her thighs, tracing up and down, and each time he strayed towards her wetness, she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum soon. She couldn’t help it. She’d wanted him to touch her like this, and here it was happening.

The more she tried to resist, the harder it became. Her nipples were so hard she could have cut glass with them. They poked roughly up through her dress. He must have noticed this, because suddenly his hands were on them, roughly pulling her nipples and squeezing them through the sheer fabric of the dress.

She moaned louder and louder, her body bucking and writhing in its straps. He played more with her nipples, sometimes being gentle, other times squeezing until it became painful. But always there was pleasure. Always.

He was playing with her body the way a great violinist would stroke his bow against the strings of an instrument. Sometimes fiercely, with something akin to violence, other times the gentleness of his caress was a thing of beauty.

The Lady was out of her mind, out of her body, out of her self. She’d become something totally different, as if she’d been transported. In the darkness she found she didn’t care how she looked, or what he might be thinking of her moaning and writhing. She completely let herself go, let the fantasy become reality. Erotic experience in a luxurious hotel in Paris.

The orgasm that she’d been fending off and fending off was building to a crescendo that was unimaginable, like a tsunami building and building. Soon it would swallow everything in its path.

The wave broke when his hand slid from her nipples down her ribcage, her belly and stopped at the very top of her slick cunt. She knew she’d long ago soaked through her dress, it was sticking to her skin and he could likely see everything in stark outline.

His fingers came to rest and one fingertip dug slowly into her swollen flesh, nudging her clitoris. She came then, with such ferocity that it might have looked like convulsions. She bucked her hips and his finger was fucking her now, fucking her through her dress.

She screamed. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air and expelled it, still bucking. The orgasm continued and continued. By the time it was over, she was simply drenched. Drenched and exhausted.

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