When We Get Back Together (Salma Hayek, Lucy Pinder, Demi Rose Mawby)

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Some guys get all the luck.
Believe me, I'm one of those guys.
When I'm not working in Hollywood, I'm usually dating some hot babe from there.
Salma Hayek is one of my old girlfriends.
She recently moved to London a few years ago.
So I was surprised when she called me and wanted to catch up on old times.

"Come over to my mansion," she said, "I want to show you something."
The way she said that proved it was more than just a hook up.
Salma had a way of talking to you when she had clear motivations.
She could be seductive, and then come off with something else.
Whatever the case, I knew this was going to be one wild, raunchy night.

The drive to her place was quick.
Her mansion was like a fortress, hidden behind tall hedges and with big plants covering the brick walls.
As the gates swung open, I caught a glimpse of the grandeur of the place.
Old style, English design, perhaps Victorian with a sense of elegance.
The lights inside looked like stars in the night.
I parked my rental car and walked up to the door.
It opened before I could knock, and there she was, dressed in a tight black dress that revealed her legendary tits in heavy cleavage.
"Hello old lover," she greeted me.
I nodded, "it's been a long time, baby."

We walked through the grand hallway, and she took my hand, leading me to a lounge area.
The walls were lined with bookshelves, filled with books that I knew she had read.
"So what's the surprise?" I asked, my curiosity peaked.
"You shall see very soon," she said with a sly smile.
Salma was always one for the dramatics.
We entered a large room with a staircase leading up.
As we went up, I could hear faint moans.
Salma led me to an auditorium and down below was the scene of two women going at it.
She grinned at me, "they can't see or hear us. They are putting on a show for us."

I had to do a double-take, just to make sure I was seeing this right.
Down in the white room, I could see Demi Rose Mawby laying on top of what appeared to be Lucy Pinder.
I recognized them since I used to sleep with them.
"Is that Lucy-"
She cut me off, "Lucy Pinder, yes and Demi Rose."
So my eyes were not deceiving me.
"The other one is Demi Rose, look at the ass on that girl," she said.
Salma and I stood there and watched.

Demi's breasts rubbed against Lucy's.
They both moaned, but we couldn't hear them.
What we could see was the two British beauties locking into a passionate kiss.
Salma looked so proud of this moment.
"I know you fuck them. I know you've dated both of them", she told me.
After a few seconds, she continued, "you can't hide it from me."

The girls changed position, laying down.
It was impressive to watch them scissoring each other, rubbing their snatches together.
I turned and looked at Salma, grinning.
"I haven't forgotten how much you love a good show," I told her.
She reached for my hand, pulling me closer and looking me in the eyes.
Her big breasts were shoved against my chest.
"That's just for background viewing. It's better than keeping a TV on."
Salma gripped my shirt and then nodded, "Take off your clothes."

I kicked off my shots and unbuckled my belt.
Salma pulled my shirt.
I didn't notice there was a table behind the glass wall.
Lucy and Demi were going at it, while Salma centered all my attention onto her.
She peeled off her dress, revealing her huge tits and shaved snatch to me.
Salma laid down on a black table, inviting me to climb up and take her.
I couldn't just do that.
So I knelled before her like a gentleman and buried my face between her thighs where I could slither my tongue into her wet pussy.

Salma moaned and arched her back, her hands going to my hair.
It was like I was back in time, doing what I did best for her, pleasuring her as I always did.
Tasting her snatch was a blessing from heaven.
I felt her legs tighten around my neck as I worked my tongue into her slit, moving it deeper.
She moaned to me and I continued to slowly snake my tongue back and forth, eating her out.

I moved my hand to her clit, rubbing it.
Salma cried out in a way that told me she was close.
I wasn't ready for her to cum in my mouth.
There was something better planned.
I pulled my tongue out and got up.
She grinned at me, "I'm ready, mi amor."
I winked, "I know you are babe."
I gripped my cock and guided it inside her as she spread her legs out further, inviting me to go deep.

This felt like coming home after a long adventure.
I was back with the woman I loved while two of my girlfriends were locked in another room.
I looked into Salma's eyes as she crossed her arms underneath her breasts.
That allowed them to bounce around while I took her nice and slow.
This wasn't fucking.
I was making love to her, just the way I used to.

"Ohhhhh, yes. Give it to me," she purred to me while biting her lower lip.
Her breath got heavier as I continued to give it to her.
Our eyes never leaving each other's.
Salma's big tits bounced and rubbed against her forearm.
I just starred into her dark eyes while I kept thrusting inside her.
It was like we were speaking a silent language of passion.
The kind of love making that was pure, raw and on an emotional level where we bonded.
This was the kind of love that could make the world stop turning, leaving us in our own little world.

Her moans grew louder as I picked up the pace.
Salma moved her arm from under her breasts, letting them bounce freely.
I reached down, touching them, then squeezing as she moaned in her wonderful, sexy accent.
Our eyes were still focused on each other as she drew closer and closer to release.
I wasn't going to pull out.
This was a climax meant for the two of us to share as lovers.

The moan grew in volume, elevating so high as she reached her peak of ultimate pleasure.
I wondered if Demi and Lucy could hear us.
I groaned as I shot my load deep inside her.
Salma looked at me like an angel as we shared this orgasm together.
Catching my breath, I leaned down and kissed her passionately.
No words were needed.
Nothing to disturb this moment of love.
It felt great to be back together.

END