Monaco Jet Set Chronicles

So Pierre was (Solemnly?) fucking his Valentine. For she was definitely his in that moment. Her cunny was surrendered to his manly master hood. His junior cock was feeling the wet juices inside her and his balls were bouncing against her clit. Sweat dripped from his face as he pressed his cheeks against Val's face and she fondled his balls as they banged against her clit. Every inch of Pierre's still-growing shaft filled her and they both thought they had died and gone to heaven, it felt so damn good. Forget solemnity! Val was enjoying the smoothness and hardness of Pierre's body and Pierre felt fully the sensation of dominating this queen debutante who was three years his senior.

Pierre's dick grew longer, thicker and harder inside Valentine's love haven, with lubricated walls along which it pleasantly slid. Pierre's glasses were already some feet away from the place where the two lovers were exchanging sweet flattering words of lust, passion and eternal love.