MILF: Salma Hayek

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MILF: Salma Hayek

Across the world and through the beginning of the year, Salma Hayek found herself with much time on her hands. The fifty-nine year old actress enjoyed taking breaks away from her life in Hollywood and London. This trip was a special occasion to meet with a producer's son she had recently been seducing. Rolando had proven to be more than a useful man back at the studio. Young, lean and with a body that she knew could withstand the pressure of going multiple rounds with her. He was skinny with short black black hair and enjoyed wearing gold jewelry.

Paris had been a perfect city to meet him in. There was always a romantic allure to France that meant that their rendezvous would be taken as nothing more than lovers enjoying a getaway. Rolando had already booked a penthouse suite at the Hotel Plaza Athénée. All of it was paid for by his recent earnings as an assistant on the set of Salma's latest film. Salma arrived first and ordered champagne for herself. She sat down on the balcony and gazed upon the Eiffel Tower in the distance several blocks away. A soft breeze blew through her long dark hair and she crossed her legs in anticipation of his arrival. She wore a silk green dress that hugged her curves nicely and heels that made her legs look even longer than usual. Her signature cleavage was visible, ready to burst out of the dress. The green dress sparkled lime.

The young man knew why she had summoned him here. He accepted her invitation, knowing full well how much she wanted to seduce him. It was his only chance with a woman like her and he would be foolish not to take it.

She heard the door to the suite open and footsteps approach. He had finally arrived, leaving her not to wait a minute longer. Rolando entered the balcony carrying a single rose. Salma smiled and accepted the flower, holding it up to her nose to smell its strong scent of perfume. "You're late," she teased with a subtle smile. Rolando grinned back, slightly nervously. "Traffic was busy from the airport," he lied. She knew he had been nervous, his hands were slightly shaky. She noticed it again when he walked back into the bedroom and he poured himself a glass of champagne. Salma followed him, watching his movement. The bottle had been left behind by room service with two glasses. Salma leaned forward slightly, letting her dress slip just enough to reveal more of her ample breasts into his view. She watched his eyes flicker downward before darting back up to meet hers. As she did this, Rolando poured her a glass.

She took a slow sip from her glass, her lips wrapping around the rim sensually. Rolando swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he watched her. She stepped closer, pressing her body against his and whispered into his ear, "You look so nervous. Are you going to be able to handle this?" He inhaled sharply as her breath tickled his skin. "I'm not that nervous," he lied again, but his shaky hands betrayed him. Salma chuckled softly, setting her glass down. She reached up and traced her fingers along his jawline, her touch feather-light but deliberate. "Then prove it," she murmured, her dark eyes locking onto his. Without waiting for a response in actions instead of words. This was his chance to make the first move.

Rolando hesitated for just a heartbeat before closing the gap between them. His lips moved against hers with a hunger that surprised even him. Salma moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Her body molded against his, her curves pressing into his lean frame and breasts shoving against his chest. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his heart pounded beneath her fingertips. Breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips down his neck, her teeth grazing his skin just enough to make him gasp.

That was enough for him to gently push her back and then begin pulling off the dress. Salma closed her eyes and gasped loudly as he peeled it off her voluptuous body. Salma's magnificent breasts popped out and he gripped them, gently squeezing before losing his head and smothering himself. She peeled off the rest of the dress, standing naked before him.

Trading glances with the look in their eyes, it was time. No more beating around the bush and teasing. Rolando kicked off his shoes and now it was time to get down to business with this naked, mature beauty in front of him.

Salma dropped to her knees and began pulling his trousers down, revealing his throbbing erection. She licked her lips and wrapped her fingers around his cock. After jerking it a little bit, she opened wide and took him into her mouth. Salma moaned, slowly sucking him. She pushed more of his cock into her mouth and pulled back to make a pop.. Her tongue swirled around him with practiced precision, showing just how skilled she was after years of experience. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the room as he took deep breaths. She pulled back slightly, her lips glistening, and looked up at him through her lashes, blinking her eyes. Salma grinned, showing her teeth. Her hands cupped his balls, squeezing them as she went back down. She sucked him relentlessly, resuming her oral pleasures.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, man..." Rolando let out a long moan. She continued to suck, moving her lips up and down and taking him deeper.

Salma pulled off his cock with a wet pop and grinned up at him. She placed her hands on his chest and leaned forward, letting her heavy tits and then wrapping them around his dick. Looking down at it, she spit loudly to get some extra saliva around his cock and prepare it for this. She rocked back and forth, sliding her breasts up and down his shaft. His cock was smothered between her soft, huge tits. Rolando groaned watching as his cock moved back and forth. Salma gazed up at him and smiled. "You like this?"

"Oh my god! Yes!" Rolando gasped. His hips bucked slightly, trying to push deeper between her cleavage, but she controlled the pace. Salma tightened her tits around him to keep his cock in place. She smirked, watching his face contort in pleasure. "You've been dreaming about this, haven't you?" she purred softly in her thick accent. "About my tits wrapped around you like this?"

"Yes! Oh! Fuck yes!" he groaned. Salma chuckled, squeezing harder, watching his cock twitch between her breasts. "How many times did you jerk off thinking about me?" she teased. As his cock popped up, she flicked her tongue against the tip.

"Too many times to count" Rolando said. He thrust and Salma licked the tip again.

Salma tightened her grip with her hands pushing her breasts together, sandwiching his cock tighter as she rocked back and forth faster. The slick sounds of her spit-slicked cleavage was heard with Rolando's heavy breathing. She tilted her head slightly, watching his cock disappear between her pillowy flesh with each stroke and then pop back up. "Tell me," she spoke. "Did you imagine my tits just like this? Wrapped so tightly around you?" Her eyes locked onto him. Rolando then thrust, fucking her famous tits slowly.

"Yes, just like this," he moaned, his fingers gripping her shoulders. Salma hummed approvingly, letting her tongue dart out to lap at the head of his cock whenever it peeked out from between her busty mounds. The heat of her mouth contrasted with the soft warmth of her tits, driving him wild. His cock was throbbing between her tits and she knew he was getting closer with each thrust he made.

Salma slowed to a halt, allowing him full control to fuck her tits as he pleased. "You're about to cum. I can feel it." she spoke, her dark eyes flicking up to meet his. Rolando nodded, his breathing low and deep. She grinned, squeezing her breasts together even tighter, pressing them against his shaft with deliberate pressure. "Look at me when you do. I want to see your eyes when you cum for me."

Rolando grunted through clenched teeth, his hips stuttering as he thrust faster between her soft mounds. Salma kept her gaze locked onto his, watching the way his pupils dilated, the way his lips parted in pleasure. She knew exactly how to push him—letting her tongue flick against his cockhead one last time before pulling back, leaving him to rut against her cleavage.

"Come on, baby," she murmured, her voice dripping with honeyed temptation. "Let me see it." Her fingers dug into the plush flesh of her tits, squeezing them tighter around his throbbing length. He pushed up and watched his cock begin to blow between her tits. Salma glanced down and Rolando saw the thick ropes of white shooting up toward her face. She gasped, arching her head back just enough to catch the ropes across her forehead and the left side of her face. Salma was no stranger to facials, proving that to him with how she held her head there. More cum splattered on her cheeks and then she opened her mouth wide to catch a rope on her tongue.

"Oh my god," he was amazed that he cum on her face like this with his cock still between her tits.

Salma let out a loud laugh. "Mmmmmm, so much. You came so hard for me," she purred, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. She looked up at him with the cum dripping from her face. Salma let go of her tits and his cock slipped free. "I do love a nice, big, hot load."

Rolando fell down onto the bed. His mind was blown over what they had just done. Salma got up from the floor and then wandered to the bathroom. In there she rinsed off her face and put her hair in a ponytail. Returning to the bedroom, Salma smirked at seeing him laid on the bed.

Salma climbed onto the bed and crawled over to him like a lioness stalking her prey. Rolando was right where she wanted him with no where to run. She pushed him flat onto his back, her fingers tracing little circles on his chest before moving lower. She gripped his cock, stroking it to make him hard and ready again. Rolando looked at her, as if knowing what she was going to do. He wasn't going to say no. Salma grinned and pushed his cock inside her.

She moaned loudly as she slid down onto him, inch by inch, her tight pussy wrapping around his cock. Rolando gasped, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as he watched her epic breasts bounce. Salma rolled her hips slowly, savoring the way he filled her. "You're still so hard for me," she moaned. She leaned forward, letting her breasts dangle above his face as she rode him with deliberate, teasing strokes. "You can't get enough, can you?"

Rolando grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. The sound of skin slapping filled the suite, punctuated by Salma's breathy sighs. She arched her back, letting her dark hair fall over one shoulder as she glanced down at him. "Look at you," she teased, amused at the sight before her. "Just a boy, trembling beneath me." She clenched around him, making him gasp, and then laughed—low and throaty—before lifting herself up and dropping back down with a wet slap. Salma continued to ride him hard, dominating with ease as Rolando's eyes bulged in shock. He was already close again.

She could feel his cock twitching inside her, drawing closer to another orgasm already. He let go of her tits and tried to grasp at the sheets around them. Salma leaned forward, pressing her tits against his chest and whispering in his ear, "You're going to cum inside me, aren't you?" She punctuated the question with a sharp roll of her hips. Rolando groaned, his whole body tensing. "S.. S-Salma! Oh! Oh, Y-Y-yes!" he stuttered out her name. She grinned, biting her lip as she lifted herself slightly, slowing her pace just enough to torture him. "Say it," she murmured, grinding against him in slow circles. "Tell me how close you are? You want to finish and you need to finish now. I can feel it. Tell me."

"I can't hold back! You're too much Salma!" He screamed back at her, grunting. Salma laughed and picked up her rhythm again, slamming down onto him with renewed vigor. She watched his face twist in pleasure, his mouth slack, his eyes unfocused before closing. His hips jerked up, thrusting deep into her as she rode him through his climax. Salma moaned as she felt him pulse inside her, her own body tightening around him in response. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his as she slowed her movements, letting him ride out the last waves of pleasure and then she too, reached her heightened climax. Salma gasped, planting her lips onto his for a passionate kiss as they shared this moment together.

Once they pulled apart, she rolled off him and laid beside him on the bed. They both took deep breaths, staring up at the ceiling in silence. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Rolando turned his head to look at her, admiration clear in his eyes. "That was... unbelievable. I mean, I can't believe we did it like this," he admitted. Salma smirked and turned to face him, resting her head on her hand. "I know. Consider yourself lucky."

The End.