The sexy man I’ve already shared adventures with in the USA, London, and Paris, invited me for another night together in the city of light.
Another romantic rendezvous. Another erotic Parisian dream come true.
A sequel to One Overnight in Paris – Fly Me to You
The city of light.
The city of love.
The city of a good hard spanking, a stretched-open asshole, and intense squirting orgasms.
I stayed in a chic hotel right on the banks of the Seine, just a pétanque boule-throw away from the Eiffel Tower.
We had thought about meeting in a bar. The idea of perching on a bar stool, sipping champagne, long ballet-dancer legs crossed, dripping wet and horny with a butt plug secretly filling me… oh yes, that makes me smile. Elegant, chic, and filthy, all at once. Innocent bystanders none the wiser.
Maybe next time.
This time, we decided he’d come straight to my hotel.
By midday when he arrived, I had champagne frosty cold in an ice bucket and my pussy hot and wet in my latex ready for him.
He loves shiny PVC, latex, and kinky boots — so I made sure to dress accordingly.
We kissed. We flirted. We sat across from each other, sipping champagne.
At one point I did a Fatal Attraction-style leg cross, deliberately flashing him my pussy and the glint of my butt plug. I played with my clit while he watched, sipping slowly.
The rest of the afternoon unfolded in waves of heat and kink:
He made me cum. He made me squirt. Again and again.
After he left, I gave room service an extra big tip for changing the soaking wet sheets.
"Oops, I spilled my champagne."
Then I sank into a warm bubble bath, body tingling, holes stretched, skin glowing.
Another unforgettable Parisian rendezvous.
Another night where latex, champagne, and pure lust mixed into perfection.