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GraciasDylan sat hunched over his laptop, his eyes darting between the screen and the steaming cup of black coffee that grew cold before him. The scent of freshly ground beans and the sound of conversations around him created a familiar pattern of comfort that made it easier for him to do his work typing away. Every other day, he found himself in this place doing work away from the office. He had a deadline to meet, but his thoughts kept wandering to the poster on the wall—a still shot from From Dusk Till Dawn. A classic image of the legendary Salma Hayek in a red bustier, her dark hair flowing down her back. He had looked at that image so many times. It was a perfect pinup to put in a mancave, if he could ever afford to have one.
Salma, herself, stepped into the room, making quite the coincidence that she would enter the cafe right when he was staring at that poster. The hum of the coffee shop grew quieter as heads turned to follow her. She wore a black dress that certainly got the attention of everyone around her. Salma often came and went when she was working in L.A. Dylan smiled as their eyes met, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She approached his table in a way that was both sexy and intimidating.
"Mind if I join you?" she said, her voice a smoky purr. He nodded, "don't mind if you do. I've been working on the script for your next project."
Salma raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and grinned. She slid into the chair opposite him, her dress whispering against the leather as she sat She leaned forward, giving him a clear view of her deep cleavage, and said, "I want to hear more. Tell me what you've got planned."
And that began a conversation with them trading plot details. Dylan's job was to focus on dialogue, but he still went far enough to edit the script. He showed Salma his laptop, having her go over some of it. She mentioned that she struggled to read the small text, so he leaned over and pressed a few keys to blow it up. To see her laugh and compliment some of his choices made him blush, melting his heart. "You've worked hard today, I like what you have planned."
As they sat together, people left the cafe. No one bothered Salma since most of the people were used to actors and actresses coming and going in public. Once there wasn't anyone around to overhear her low voice, she looked Dylan in the eye and spoke, "come back to my place. I want to practice the intimate scene with someone in private. That someone is you, Dylan."
Dylan couldn't believe his luck. He nodded, trying not to panic or get scared. They left the cafe and got into her sleek black car. The leather seats were a warm welcome to go with the seat belts. Dylan drove while the sun set in a blaze of orange and pink lines with the occasional yellow line in the sky. Salma leaned back, her eyes on the road, but her smile remained on him.
Salma guided him, giving directions to her elegant house outside of Beverly Hills. It was behind a gate and had tight security. The kind of old style home that made all the other ones lack personality in their designs. They pulled up and got out, "come on, let's not waste any time." Her heels clacked across the walkway as she led him into her house. Through the front door, Dylan took off his shoes. Salma led him into a living room with high ceilings, and then to him into a spacious bedroom with a hardwood floor and gray walls. He noticed the large bed with silky red sheets and a bouquet of roses on the bedside table. A scent of vanilla was in the room, as if someone had been burning candles ahead of time. "This is where we'll do the scene," she told him.
Dylan's heart raced as she began to unbutton her dress. He watched it, sliding off her body to reveal her amazing curves. She looked at him, her eyes blinking. "You're a nervous man," she said, her voice soft. "Don't be. This is just us, and we're going to make some art together. It will be shared between us, for our eyes only." He nodded, trying to swallow his nerves. He had seen her in scenes like this before, but he never imagined he would be a part of one, practicing a passionate sex scene.
Standing face to face with him, she dropped her. She wanted to see the look on his face as she revealed her huge tits to him. Dylan thought of the poster back in the cafe, then Salma slip her thong off, exposing her pussy to him. It had a small strip of black hair above the folds.
Salma stepped closer to him, her breasts swaying slightly as she moved. She was a goddess, and he was her devoted worshipper. She placed her hands on his shoulders, sliding them down to his chest, and then to his belt. "Let me handle this," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. It was hard to understand her words due to her thick accent becoming stronger in the softer voice she made. Dylan's hands hovered in the air, unsure of what to do. She undid his belt and then his pants. She knelt before him, taking his cock out of his boxers and began to stroke it. "You're already so hard," she said, looking up at him with a grin. "Just like I knew you would be."
Her hand worked him over gently at first, getting him used to the touch of her older hand. Then she leaned in, blowing hot air from her nose across the length. He felt her breasts pressing against his thighs as she took his hard dick into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming. He had never been with a woman as beautiful and skilled as she was. He watched as she began to bob her head up and down, her full lips stretching around the length of his cock. The sight of her doing this to him was more than he could handle. Dyan feared he would lose control and eject a torrent of cum into her mouth. This was a dream he was living, to have Salma Hayek blowing him so passionately. He moaned his hands found their way to her hair, gently guiding her movements as his fingers stroked her dark locks.
Her eyes remained locked onto his as Salma pulled back, releasing his dick from her lips with a pop, "move your hands. I don't want you touching my hair. That's rude."
"I'm sorry," she smiled, "it's okay, you just are getting excited. You need to let me handle you, okay? I will make you feel so good, don't worry about anything else. Just relax me and let me do this." She went back down, sucking his shaft slow and hard while Dylan moaned. Salma's hands moved to her breasts, groping them and squeezing one tit as she was hinting at him where his cock would be very soon.
Dylan moaned as he watched in amazement. The way she moved her head, her tongue slithering along his length inside her mouth, and the way she looked up at him with those dark eyes made him feel like the most important person in the world. He felt his cock pulse in her mouth as she took him deeper than anyone ever had before. Her lips twisted as she was deepthroating his shaft, all while he moaned again.
Salma withdrew his shaft from her lips with another pop. She spit on it and then raised her big tits, shoving them around his cock. She smiled at him, grinning wide, "I know this is what you've always wanted. Now is your chance to enjoy it," she winked, squeezing her breasts tightly around his dick.
Dylan nodded, unable to speak as his lower lip fell. He watched as she began to tittyfuck him, her breasts engulfing his cock and making it disappear as she slowly pumped up and down. Every stroke made him cry in pleasure. Salma's tits were absolutely perfect and felt so soft and firm against his shaft. She kept her eyes on him as she worked her boobs up and down. Dylan then surprised her as he made the first thrust, driving his shaft between her tits. "Mmmmm, yes. Like that, go ahead."
Salma could see him drawing closer to the edge from the look on his face. She moaned, feeling his cock pump back and forth as he fucked her tits.
"I want you to cum on my face," she told him as he stopped.
"That's not in the script," Salma grinned, "no, but this is our scene and I think it would be much hotter than what we can't show on camera."
Dylan's eyes grew wide as he nodded at her. He began to fuck her tits again, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Going faster as he wanted to enjoy this for a few more seconds before he was ready to blow.
"Are you going to do it?" Salma asked as she kept her tits wrapped around his dick. He was thrusting away, fucking them hard. "Tell me when," she said.
Dylan nodded and Salma could feel his cock swelling between her boobs. She knew he was close. "I'm ready now!"
Salma pulled her tits away from his cock and watched him grab hold of his stick. She leaned back, her eyes closed, and Dylan took over, jerking his cock faster and faster. He could feel his orgasm building, like a volcanic explosion begging to happen as he pointed his dick at her face.
The moment came and Dylan let out a loud grunt as ropes of hot cum shot out of his cock. A thick rope splattered across her right cheek as he groaned, "Fuck! Oh god!" Another string landed on her forehead, then a third that drenched her right eyebrow. A fourth spurt also went onto her forehead in a gob that dripped, falling down her face. Salma licked her lips and opened her eyes, looking at him with a smug smile across her little lips. "You've got a good aim," she said as the cum oozed down the right side of her face.
Her words made Dylan's orgasm last a little bit longer than it should've. He watched in amazement as the last bit of cum shot out and landed on her chin, a drop hanging precariously before it fell onto her chest. She reached up and caught it with her finger, bringing it to her mouth and licking it clean. "Mmmmmmmm, not bad," she said, her tongue sliding over her digit, tasting his seed. He saw her throat muscles move, showing that she swallowed it.
Her face was drenched in all of his cum. Dylan felt proud of himself to get a blowjob and tittyfuck, and then finish it off by blowing his load all over her face. But the way Salma just said 'not bad', made him think she had better facials before. It only made him want to try again with her later on, if that opportunity came. He watched her get up from the floor and then grab a towel close by. Salma wiped her face clean and then grabbed a ponytail to pin her hair back, showing her full forehead. Dylan took his shirt off, ready to continue.
Salma grinned at him, reaching for his cock. "Sit down on the bed," she guided Dylan to have a seat while her hand wanked him, getting his dick rock hard again.
When he laid down, Salma got up, straddling his thighs. Her breasts hovered just above his face as she leaned down, giving him a bird's eye view of her heavenly cleavage. He reached for them and squeezed her breasts, making her moan while she lowered herself down to put his cock into her pussy. She was much tighter than he expected for an older woman. Now they were in the right position scripted out in the scene. Salma pressed her hands against his chest, holding him down as she began to ride his dick. She was absolutely in control of him now.
Her hips rolled in a way that was almost like a dance routine. Salma began slow, but quickly found a good pace to fuck him. He let go of her breasts so they could bounce around. The way she moved her body was like nothing he had ever seen before. Her tits bounced and jiggled with each bounce of her ass clapping on his balls with every thrust, which made a wonderful smacking sound. Dylan could feel her pussy tightening around his shaft as she picked up the pace, going faster. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his face.
He took one of her tits into his mouth and began sucking on her nipple. Salma gasped, moving his face away from her breasts.. She leaned down, her mouth meeting his in a flaming hot kiss that made them both moaning into each other's mouths. Dylan's hands went to her ass, squeezing both cheeks tightly as she rode him harder and faster.
Her wet pussy slammed down onto him, her juices mixing with the leftover cum that she didn't lick off his dick earlier. Dylan felt his cock was being pushed to new limits as she went wild. Salma was in a whole other zone, fucking him like a goddess. He could feel his orgasm approaching again, another one that she would force out of him. She broke the kiss and leaned back, her hands on his chest as she watched his face scrunch up in heat of this pleasure.
"Look at me, Dylan," she spoke to him. "Look at how good I make you feel. I doubt you've ever had a woman give you this kind of thrill. You're having the best day of your life, whether you want to say it or not. Ohhhhh, yes. I can see from the look in your eye."
Her words sent a jolt through him, and he locked eyes with her as she continued to ride him, her breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. Some how, some way, she prevented him from cumming yet, so he could enjoy this for a little bit longer. But Dylan knew he didn't have much time to go. Not with the way Salma was fucking him so hard. She reached behind her head and undid the ponytail, freeing her black hair to flow around.
He watched her face as she threw her head back, her eyes closed and her mouth open with strands of her black hair flying in her face. Her moans filled the room as her climax was drawing near. Dylan knew he couldn't last any longer, "Salma! Ohhhh god, I think I'm gonna cum... AGAIN!!"
"Do it! Cum inside me this time! I want to feel it flowing in me," her words motivated him to give a few thrusts, taking her by surprise as his cock erupted. Dylan closed his eyes as he felt the wonderful sensation of her cunt tightening around his cock. This wasn't just his orgasm. Salma reached hers too and they shared this moment of pleasure, together as one. His cum filled her pussy.
Her head fell forward, her breasts jiggling around as she caught her breath, still on top of him. Dylan watched her, feeling so proud and thankful for this moment. He had just got by fucked Salma Hayek. She made him cum not once, but twice. And even better, she liked him.
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