Fantasy Sex stories of hollywood and other foreign actresses

[sanjaysara]

part 2 

So I slowly followed along as Salma deeply, steamily kissed me with such gentle, seductive movements. I heard her moan enticingly against my mouth, and felt her hands go down to my stomach. She broke off and said, "Touch me," in such an erotic tone before she went back to kissing me.

 
Now feeling the weight of what I was about to do, I carefully moved towards feeling the weight of Salma's...weighty body parts. First I put my right hand around her waist, feeling the smooth, exposed skin of her back. Then my left hand went on the other side of her waist, tentatively going up.
 
Salma broke off of me, long enough to lower the straps of her swimsuit. She went back to kissing me instead of taking her cups down - as if they were containing much of her breasts already. With a deep exhale that probably went into Salma's mouth, I placed my left hand at the bottom of her covered chest.
 
As Salma put a hand on the back of my head, she inserted her tongue into my mouth and let her hand drift to the top of my boxers. In response, I took the top of her swimsuit down and let my other hand rest on the top of the lower half of her suit - right above her ass.
 
Though I couldn't see her breasts, with my eyes closed and her body pushing against mine, I started to feel them. It was still more than enough. So was letting my hand drift down behind her. And so was her reaching into my wet swim trunks.
 

Once she got my erection out, she pulled back to see it. This finally let me catch my breath and get a look at her naked, ample chest. But when she looked back up and lowered the rest of her swimsuit down, her ample hips, trimmed slit and the knowledge that her ample backside was now naked took my attention.
 
Salma's next attention grabbing move was to grab my cock as she kissed me deeper. My response was to put my left hand right on her incredible chest, and my right square on her equally smooth, round, supple behind. I'd never felt so many full, round, sinfully sexy surfaces that put surfaces half as old to so much shame.
 
It was all too much. Salma's pouty lips and silky tongue darting in my mouth, her quick hand stroking my cock, her legendary breasts in my own hand and her gravity defying ass in my other one. No one could handle all this for too long.
 
And I proved it by starting to give in right into Salma's hand.
 
She broke the kiss in time for us both to see me shoot streams of cum onto Salma's stomach. It was uncontrollable, and my own movements made me shoot lower onto Salma's leg before long. But otherwise, our feet kept us staying put as I finished cumming all over Salma way too soon.
 
As my cock died down, the rest of me froze in place. Salma didn't move much herself, even to clean all the cum dripping down her stomach and leg. It was a wonder I didn't get any on the floor. But that would have been the least of my concerns.

 
Maybe kissing her and feeling her greatest body parts were too much to ask for. Maybe that was all I could get, and it was already more than enough to be grateful for. Even if I embarrassed myself enough to cost me the actual house. I already couldn't last long enough to even start trying to please her, so that was out too.
 
I let out a deep breath, wondering if I should even try to say something before I left. Yet again, however, Salma was ahead of me.
 
"I figured I needed a shower anyway," she said, lighter than I expected. But expecting the unexpected was probably more fitting here. "And since you made this mess, you should help clean it up. That's what any responsible home owner should do."
 
Salma turned around, giving me my first actual look at her apple shaped ass - when it couldn't affect me in the slightest. Not for maybe another few minutes, anyway. Yet it seemed I'd be busy passing the time until then.
 
She turned the shower on and climbed in, without even bothering to wipe my cum off. Figuring out why, I got inside with her and looked around for soap and a sponge. When I found them, I let Salma back off and lean against the wall as I went down to my knees.
 
The shower water had already gotten much of my cum off her body. Nevertheless, I put the soap against her stomach and leg, rubbing them as carefully as possible. I admired the suds now on her body, then put the soap and sponge under the shower and rubbed them together.
 
Soon after, I rubbed the sponge all over Salma's stomach, waist and legs, getting them covered in soap. I them rubbed it into her body with my own bare hands, feeling her get clean and feeling so much more than that. At that point, I remembered there was another thing I owed her.
 
My soapy hands rubbed and scrubbed Salma's stomach, legs and all of her very well-defined curves, while my head had another destination. I put it between her legs, then stuck my tongue out to clean her off another way.
 
She was already wet in more than one way before entering the shower indeed. This time, I was in a position to do something about it. In my kneeling position, my tongue circled her pussy and dipped inside, before my mouth began suckling on it.

 
Salma moaned, which sounded even hotter when it wasn't muffled against my mouth. I reached up to soap up both her breasts, yet this time the feel of them didn't make me cum. I would probably start stirring myself any moment, but Salma would be on her way before then - hopefully.
 
My hope grew when Salma grabbed the back of my head and pushed her hips against my face. My hands then went down to her ass and held on, scrubbing and caressing every considerable inch of her backside, while I licked out every inch of her pussy.
 
"Mmm...that's a way to clean and make a mess," Salma commented. "This is as good a place as any to make one...I want to make one all over your face and clean it off myself...now fuck me with your tongue and get it wet too..."
 
Those words spoken in that voice were more than encouraging enough. For an added bonus, I wrangled the soap out of the sponge, got it filled with water, and scrubbed it on Salma's upper body to watch the water drip down.
 
"Yes...this is how wet I was under the suit, swimming with you. In more ways than one," Salma groaned. "This is what you were thinking about there, wasn't it?"
 
"No sane man wouldn't. No other kind of man wouldn't," I was carried away enough to say while eating her out and ogling her other wet, dripping parts.
 
"You are wise beyond your years...oh, so's that fucking mouth of yours," Salma praised. "I want a mouth like that to make me cum hard again..."
 
Determined to help my host, I grabbed onto her ass and squeezed for dear life as my tongue buried itself in her. I then did the same with her breasts as I suckled on her pussy, then ran my hands all over her waist and its hourglass shape. Salma leaned back and moaned, trying to fuck herself against my face to push her overboard.
 
Instead of doing it with my mouth, however, I took my mouth away and rubbed her slender legs with the sponge. As I watched the water run down and scrubbed it in, my right hand and its fingers started working above and between her legs. Two of them got into her while I kissed up and down her thigh and pumped my left hand below her knee.
 
"Oh...fucking diablo," Salma praised/cursed me in her native language. The devil then went on to finger her with his left hand, while kissing and scrubbing her right leg. When she was nice and clean there, I leaned back and put both hands between her clean legs, making the space between them ready to feel much less clean.
 
"Oh, you make me cum...I don't care if it's on your hands now!" Salma got out. But I was thankful for the reminder.
 
After a few more hard finger thrusts, I put my face back on her pussy and let my tongue finish the thrusting. Before long, Salma's moans echoed loud enough in the shower to tell me I was almost done.
 
When I was, I received a potent amount of cum and juices on my mouth for my trouble. Salma had gotten considerably cleaner than me everywhere else, so this was just one more way for me to get dirtier.
 
Once she was done, I started licking up her remains off my mouth, but not completely. At that point, I really did need to stand up and stop leaning on my knees anyway. I got myself up and managed not to slip on the shower floor, and was promptly met by Salma's lips and tongue cleaning me off themselves.
 
After they did a thorough enough job, Salma got past me and turning the shower and bath off. As the water below us went down the drain, I finally got a chance to actually look at Salma. She was dripping wet, as she had been for some time - but this time I could see it while she was naked. And this time I had enough time to properly stare at her naked.

 
Her mostly naked body had been immortalized almost 20 years ago, by every available pair of male eyes who saw From Dusk Till Dawn. While parts of that form looked fuller in front of me now than they did on screen 18 years ago, all of it was just as seductive and unreasonably beautiful. And the parts that weren't covered up now...even imagining them uncovered 18 years ago didn't do it justice.
 
Praising it in words would have likely been condescending. That was not the proper way to worship Salma. A better way was to walk forward and initiate kissing her, placing my hands on her body and letting them roam gently and passionately. The example carried over to both our lips as well.


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