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Stories & Art => Celebrity Stories => Actors & Actresses => Topic started by: 200InchCOCK on April 19, 2026, 07:50:13 PM
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I got a special invitation from a woman almost three times my age.
I was more than old enough to be her son.
It has been a while since I paid a visit to Salma Hayek.
We've had a number of flings over time.
They are always hot and heavy and she tends to wear me down.
It takes a strong man to handle her.
Age is just a number when it comes to that woman.
Since she invited me to see her tonight, I wasn't going to pass it up.
She invited me to some luxury hotel.
The first thing that greeted me was a Renaissance painting.
For some reason that felt very foreboding as I took the elevator and went up to her floor.
When I reached the door, it was already open, so I invited myself in.
"There you are," Salma called out to me her in an accent.
I shut the door and looked around.
She was wearing a silky black robe that matched her hair.
Her huge tits almost pushed out of the robe.
In the room was a big plush leather couch waiting for us.
The door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in.
Salma didn’t move.
She just stood there, watching me.
"Are we going to do it in the bedroom or right here?"
That was a dumb question.
But I was feeling nervous.
"You tell me where do you want me," Salma said while dropping the robe.
Despite age, it didn't take away the beauty of her voloptuous body.
She walked over to me like a panther.
I was her prey and she was here to take me.
I swallowed hard.
The couch suddenly seemed too far away.
She closed the distance between us, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet, until her fingertips grazed my belt buckle.
"You’re thinking too much," she said, her thumb brushing the outline of my cock through my pants.
"You always do that first time back. Like you forget how I like it."
And with that said, I tried to smile back at her.
But the truth was, I didn't forget.
Not a single detail.
Not the way her lips parted when she was about to take control.
Not the way her hips swayed when she walked toward me—like she owned every inch of space between us.
And certainly not the way her hands felt when they finally got what they wanted.
She undid my belt with a single, practiced tug.
The leather slithered free, and I heard it hit the floor behind me.
I just stood there, knowing better than to taunt her with any unnecessary movement.
Her fingers worked the button of my jeans next, then the zipper, slow and deliberate, like she was savoring the moment.
I smiled as she pushed my pants down, freeing my cock.
It sprang up near her face.
Her dark eyes flicked up to mine as she licked her lips.
"You still taste the same?" she teased, her voice low and accent strong.
"I hope so."
Her tongue darted out, swiping across the tip.
She grinned.
"Good. Just like I remember."
Her mouth closed around my dick so perfectly.
The expertise of a true cougar and MILF who had been sucking cock longer than I had been alive.
She went down on it, sucking hard.
Then back up.
And back down again.
Slow, hard sucks.
A few faint wet noises.
She pulled back, swirling her tongue around the head before sinking down again.
Her hands slid up my thighs, nails poking just enough to make me groan with the pleasure of her mouth.
Salma loved this.
She loved knowing she still had me wrapped around her finger.
She always had.
From the first time she'd pushed me against a dressing room wall and dropped to her knees, I'd been hers.
And she'd never let me forget it even if we rarely did it anymore.
Her hands moved down to her big tits, squeezing them as she continued to suck my dick.
She moaned around me, her tongue pressing against the vein underneath.
Her eyes flicked up to mine and she smiled.
A cocky, smug smile.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
And she knew I was losing my mind.
Then she pulled off with a wet pop.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smirking.
"I've missed this," she purred.
"Missed you too babe."
Her fingers trailed up my shaft, stroking gently.
"You still taste the same."
And then she lifted her massive, classic tits and pressed them around my dick.
I moaned as she trapped my cock between them.
I immediately thrust up, fucking her tits.
"Yessss, just like that," Salma moaned.
Her eyes shut and she raised her head as I began slowly fucking her tits.
She leaned her head down and licked my cock as it pushed up.
I did it again.
She kissed it softly, then sucked it back into her mouth.
Her tongue swirling around me as I thrust.
I groaned, grabbing her hair.
She looked up at me with those dark eyes, full of mischief.
"Fuck my tits."
I started pumping faster after that.
"Yes, yes! Just like that!"
She looked down at my dick and licked it again as it pumped between her breasts.
She pulled her tits together tighter around my dick.
Her moans grew louder as I fucked them harder.
I could feel the pressure building inside me.
"Fuck me," she begged.
I thrust faster and harder, my cock sliding between her slick tits.
She moaned and arched her back, pressing her tits together tighter.
I groaned as I felt myself getting close.
"Fuck, Salma," I gasped.
"Yes, yes! Give it to me! I want your cum!"
I came hard, shooting my hot, sticky load all over her tits and face.
She licked her lips as I pulled out, my cock still twitching in my hand.
I aimed it at her face and stroked away, pumping out more spunk that went across her face.
"Mmmmmmm," she purred, "just as good as I remembered."
She wiped some of my cum off her face with her finger and sucked it clean.
"I missed that," she said with a smirk.
I laughed at her, feeling more relaxed now.
"Now," she said, "it's my turn."
She pushed me back onto the couch and straddled me while my spunk dripped from her huge tits.
Her pussy was already wet as she rubbed herself against my dick.
"Fuck me," she demanded.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me.
She gasped as I filled her up, cock sliding into that perfect older snatch.
It was still as tight as ever.
Her hands rested on my chest as she began to ride me.
Her tits bounced with every movement, and I reached up to squeeze them, not caring at all about making my fingers sticky with my own spunk.
She moaned and arched her back, grinding herself against me and rocking her hips.
"Yes, yes! Ohhhhhhhh, yes!"
I thrust up into her, matching her rhythm.
Her pussy was tight and warm, gripping me like a glove.
She leaned forward, her tits pressing against my chest as she kissed me.
Her tongue tangled with mine as we moved together.
My hands moved to her ass, gripping both cheeks.
I squeezed them as her mouth rubbed against mine.
I could feel her getting closer, her movements becoming more erratic.
"Fuck, fuck," she moaned into my mouth.
I grabbed her ass and thrust up harder.
She cried out as she came, her pussy clamping down around my cock.
I followed right after, filling her up.
One of the best parts about fucking her was you didn't need to pull out.
You could shoot that load deep in her without any fear of her becoming pregnant.
And even better was that she loved it.
She collapsed onto me, her breath hot against my neck.
We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath.
She lifted her head and kissed me softly.
"That was amazing. I missed fucking you."
I grinned, "yeah, and I missed you too, baby."
I slapped that ass and let out a sigh of relief.
Always a good night when you visited Salma Hayek.
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