All Chapters of Kiss me : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My name is Aboubacar Sylla, I am 45 years old, and I am a marabout. I have been practicing my profession for 15 years, and I am very skilled in what I do. So much so that I have all the major merchants, directors, and politicians who come to see me every day. Despite my perfection in my work, I have a small flaw: I love sleeping with other people's wives.Especially the wives of political figures, the rich, the arrogant, who will never glance at you on the street, who once they leave your house will look at you like trash. Those women, I love to make love to them wildly, with their consent, of course.Today, a woman has just entered my place. I am in a duplex, the back of which serves as my office where I conduct my consultations, prepare my medicines, and my potions.She enters, her face hidden, accompanied by a friend whom I have already had in my bed.The friend leaves us alone. She begins to explain that nothing is going well in her marriage. She is the mistress of a well-known po

Hello, my name is Nick, I'm twenty years old and I go to university. I am tall, handsome, and very athletic. My parents just hired a new maid, oh my god, she is so beautiful! She must be my age. From the first day I saw her, I decided I had to have her. I must conquer this beautiful flower.I know I have an effect on her, because every time she sees me, she gets shy and lowers her head.I've started a little game where I brush against her every time we cross paths in the house. When I see her heading to or from the rooms, I check if anyone is watching and then run to get behind her. We always cross paths just as she's going downstairs, and I make my intentions known.- Ouch, sorry.- No, it's my fault. I take the opportunity to touch her breasts, and she doesn't complain. I've done this several times, taking the chance to feel her up, but she never complained. So, I figure I have a clear path, I can move to the next step.One evening, she was in the kitchen preparing something. I went

Hi, my name is Michael, I am 19 years old.I study painting, so sometimes I like to have models pose for me so I can paint. My mother and I live in the 14th arrondissement of Paris. My mother is a single mother who raised me alone. She doesn't socialize much. Since we moved, she only has one friend named Hortense. This woman is the embodiment of beauty. She is so beautiful, especially when she wears a bikini. When I see her generous curves in that tiny bikini, I feel my sex become hard and tighten in my pants. Tonight, she offered to be my model. I was looking for a sexy model to showcase the beauty of a mature woman.When she made the offer, I was stunned. I had expected her to offer, because to me, she is still very young and so beautiful!!! Every time I masturbate in the shower thinking about her and her harmonious curves.I check the time. She will be here soon. I check my room, which also serves as my studio, to make sure everything is in order, that there are no misplaced object

MichaelShit, I think she's in the mood for a good roll in the hay too. I approach her and say:- Excuse me, but I have something to take care of.- Oh really? What is it?- Forgive me for what I'm about to do, but I can't hold back any longer. I really want to taste the nectar flowing between your thighs.Without giving her time to say a word, I lean down towards her nest from which her juice flows, and I start to lick her like an ice cream cone, nice and cold.She lets me, with a moan that's delicious to my ears. It shows how much she enjoys the pleasure I'm giving her. My mouth presses against her vulva, which I eagerly suck. She grips my hair, pushing my face deeper into her hot pussy.I lift my head to see her expression, which is pure bliss.I dive back between her thighs. With my tongue, I lick her vulva, parting the hairs around it, and sucking on it. She moans continuously, I penetrate her with two fingers, and start moving them in and out.- Michael!- Yes?- Go faster.I wo

Hello, my name is Adrian. I'm 26 years old and I just got my first job, which is in a different city than where I was with my parents. I've already been away from my family for three months, so I decided today to surprise them by going to visit them.The two cities are quite far apart, so I took my car to get there. I arrived at the house at 10 PM. I didn't need to ring the doorbell since I still had the key. I opened the gate and parked my car. I imagined my mother reading a book as usual, and my father watching the news on the screen.To my surprise, the terrace was empty! My mother wasn't there. I continued walking, hoping to find someone in the living room. But as I got within a few feet of the living room, I heard moans. I hoped I wasn't interrupting them during sex; I'd never be able to forget those images if that were the case. But I knew my mother wouldn't agree to make love in the living room. So, could it be someone else? Maybe the cook? Or the maid with one of her lovers?I