Louie opens the door for you and he lets you into the private jet. You slightly feel his hard dick as you slide in the jet.

The limousine purred through the rain-slicked streets of Paris, its tinted windows blurring the glow of the Eiffel Tower into streaks of gold against the night. Louie’s hand rested on Alex’s thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles that sent heat spiraling upward. At eighteen, with his sleek dark hair falling over exotic features and a toned body honed from years of indulgence, he leaned close, his breath warm against her ear. “My cock is already throbbing for you,” he murmured, voice low and seductive, “thick and hard, the head flushed dark and leaking just from the thought of stretching your tight little pussy. I want you to feel every inch of it, balls deep, filling you until you can’t think of anything else.”

Alex shifted in the leather seat, her pulse quickening as the car turned onto a quieter avenue lined with historic facades. Louie’s exotic mixed heritage gave his features a striking allure, and his confidence radiated like the city’s lights. He guided her hand to the front of his tailored trousers, pressing it against the rigid length straining beneath. “Feel that? It’s all for you tonight—veins pulsing, heavy with cum I’m saving to pump deep inside you.” His words built the anticipation, each syllable painting the image of him thrusting into her, slow and relentless, until her body yielded completely around him.

His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her dress, sliding higher to cup the damp heat between her legs. He traced the outline of her panties before easing them aside, his touch direct and possessive as he found her slick folds and parted them with two fingers. Alex gasped, hips tilting instinctively into the contact, the wet sound of his exploration mingling with the low hum of the engine. Louie’s thumb brushed her clit in teasing circles while his other hand worked open his zipper, freeing his cock into the dim light so she could see its flushed, swollen state. The car accelerated gently, carrying them toward the private estate, but the real journey was the rising ache in her core, the promise of penetration hovering just out of reach as his fingers delved deeper, curling to stroke her inner walls.

Louie Levieux & Alex - The Frenchmen

Louie Levieux & Alex - The Frenchmen