婚礼上的巴黎诱惑

The moment I locked eyes with Elise across the candlelit reception hall, my cock twitched hard in my rented suit. She was the strict boss I'd only known from tense Paris office meetings—sharp suits, colder commands, that crisp French accent slicing through every report. Now here she was at my best friend's wedding in a slinky emerald dress that hugged her full tits and flared over her round ass, her dark hair pinned up with loose strands framing high cheekbones. Tension crackled between us instantly; her gaze lingered on my crotch a second too long before she smirked.

"Luc, you clean up better than I expected," Elise said, gliding over with a glass of champagne, her French lilt wrapping around my name like silk. She was thirty-eight, all confidence and curves, the kind of woman who made junior employees sweat for different reasons.

我咽了口唾沫，心跳如鼓。“没想到会在这里见到您，Madame Laurent。世界真小。”

"Call me Elise tonight. We're not in the office." She leaned in, her perfume—something expensive and musky—hitting me as her breath brushed my ear. "Though I do enjoy making you sweat there."

My dick stiffened fully at her words. The band played soft jazz, guests danced, but all I could focus on was the heat radiating from her body. She sipped her drink, eyes dropping again. "You seem... distracted. Is that for me?"

"Fuck, Elise," I muttered, voice low. "You've been on my mind since my first day. That way you tap your pen when you're pissed? Makes me want to bend you over the desk."

Her laugh was throaty, surprised. She set her glass down and grabbed my tie, tugging me toward a dimly lit hallway off the main room. "Bold for a new hire. I like it. Come. Before I change my mind."

We slipped into a small storage room stacked with extra chairs and linens, the door clicking shut. Elise pushed me against the wall, her mouth crashing into mine. Her tongue tasted like champagne and sin as she moaned softly, grinding her hips against my throbbing cock.

"Putain, you're hard already," she whispered in French, then switched to English with a wicked grin. "Show me what that big dick can do, Luc. I've imagined it stretching my tight French pussy during those boring meetings."

I groaned, hands sliding up her thighs, pushing the dress to her waist. No panties—just smooth, shaved skin, already slick. "Jesus, you're soaked." My fingers found her swollen clit, circling it as she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders.

"Oui, like that—harder." She unzipped me with frantic tugs, freeing my thick cock. It sprang out heavy, veins pulsing. Elise dropped to her knees on the carpet, eyes gleaming. "Mmm, bigger than I thought. Open your mouth for me, boss."

她毫不犹豫。她红艳的双唇大大张开裹住我的鸡巴，把我深深吸进她温暖湿润的喉咙。那声音淫秽极了——湿滑的吸吮声，她吞吐时轻轻干呕，唾液滴到我的蛋蛋上。我手指缠绕进她优雅的发髻，短促地操着她的脸。

"God, your mouth feels incredible. Suck it like the horny slut you hide at work." She moaned around my length, one hand pumping the base while the other rubbed her dripping pussy. Her tits heaved in the dress, nipples hard points.

She pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening cockhead. "Enough. Fuck me now. I need it."

I spun her around, bending her over a stack of folded tablecloths. Her juicy ass cheeks parted as I rubbed my dick along her slit, teasing her entrance. She pushed back impatiently. "Stop playing, Luc. Ram that cock in my cunt."

I thrust forward, burying half my length in one go. Her pussy was scorching, velvety tight, gripping me like a vice. "Fuck, so wet and hot," I growled, spanking her ass hard. The slap echoed.

"Ahh! Yes, again—harder!" Elise cried, voice breaking into French curses. "Baise-moi fort!"

I pounded deeper, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. The room filled with the wet smack of flesh, her moans growing louder. I reached around, pinching her clit while railing her from behind. Her walls fluttered, juices coating my shaft and dripping down her thighs.

She came first, shuddering violently, pussy spasming around me. "I'm cumming—merde, don't stop!" Her legs trembled, a gush of wetness flooding out as she squirted lightly onto the floor.

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on a sturdy table, and hooked her legs over my shoulders. Sliding back in balls-deep, I fucked her in long, powerful strokes, watching her tits bounce free from the dress. Her nipples were dark and perfect; I leaned down to suck one, biting gently.

"Fill me up, Luc. Cum inside my married pussy—yes, I want your hot load." Her words sent me over. I slammed in one last time, groaning as thick ropes of cum erupted, painting her walls. She clenched, milking every drop, her second orgasm ripping through her with a sharp cry.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat slicking our skin. The distant music from the wedding filtered in. Elise kissed me lazily, a satisfied smile on her swollen lips.

"Back to the office on Monday, this never happened," she whispered, but her eyes said otherwise. "Unless you want a promotion... with benefits."

我轻笑着，帮她抚平裙子。“成交。不过下次，我要你穿上你开会时穿的那双丝袜。”

She winked, adjusting her hair. "We'll see if you earn it, new boy."

As we slipped back into the reception, the taste of her still on my tongue and her cum drying on my cock, I knew this French temptation was just beginning.