051. An Invitation

The room of a three-star hotel near Gare du Nord was filled with the intoxicating scent of jasmine, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and sensuality. The interior was elegantly decorated with a mix of modern and traditional elements, featuring plush furnishings, tasteful artwork, and soft, ambient lighting. The king-sized in luxurious linens, was the centerpiece of the room, inviting guests to indulge in rest and relaxation.
Litsi, a stunning woman with an exquisite body, was currently positioned on all fours atop the bed, her flawless skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, framing her delicate features and emphasizing her sultry gaze. Her body was a masterpiece of curves and contours, with her round, firm ass elevated in the air, offering a tantalizing view to anyone who dared to gaze upon her.
The room was burning with lust and desire as Pierre's hard cock plunged deeper into Litsi's tight butthole. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other was like a symphony of pleasure, echoing throughout the room. Litsi's moans grew louder and more urgent with each thrust, her eyes half-closed and her mouth hanging open in a sensual display of ecstasy.
As Pierre's hand connected with Litsi's plump ass, the force of the slap sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to arch her back and push her ass further into his lap. Fluid dripped as her slender fingers explored her wet pussy, finding its swollen clit. She began to stroke it in time with Pierre's thrusts, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Oh, Pierre!" Litsi screamed, her voice hoarse with lust. "I'm so close, love!"
Pierre grinned wickedly, his eyes locked onto Litsi's face as he continued to drive his cock deep into her ass. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her body preparing for the explosion of pleasure to consume her.
Litsi's hand moved faster, her fingers dancing over her clit as she tingling sensation built inside her. She knew it wouldn't be long now. "Oh, Pierre!" she cried out, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "I'm coming, Pierre! I'm coming so hard!"
And then it happened. Litsi's body convulsed, her muscles clenching tightly around Pierre's cock as she screamed in pleasure. Her pussy spasmed, releasing a gush of hot, wet fluid that soaked the sheets beneath her.
But Pierre didn't stop. He continued to thrust into Litsi's ass, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet hole with ease. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Litsi's eyes rolled back in her head, her body writhing beneath him as she struggled to catch her breath. After three orgasms in a row, she knew that she wouldn't be able to take much more of this, but she didn't want it to end. "Pierre, please!" she gasped, her voice barely audible. "You’re going to make me come again!"
But Pierre didn't stop. He continued to thrust into her, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful. He could feel his own orgasm building inside him, his cock swelling and throbbing with each thrust.
"Oh, Litsi!" he cried out, his voice hoarse with lust. "I'm going to fill your ass with my cum!"
And then it happened. Pierre's cock swelled even larger, his body tensing as he felt the first spurt of hot, thick cum shooting deep into Litsi's ass. He screamed in pleasure, his voice mingling with Litsi's as they both came together, their bodies shaking and convulsing with the force of their combined orgasms.
As the last spasms of pleasure subsided, Pierre slowly withdrew his cock from Litsi's ass, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. He watched as the ymvith's anal orifice twitched, strangely sucking all his cum while regaining its tight shape as if never been penetrated before.
Pierre continued to watch until Litsi's butthole twitched again, letting out a loud fart, as if sighing from the relentless thrusting. The man kissed the anus and traced its every fold with her tongue accompanied by a sensual giggling of the beautiful ymvith. He then showered her butt with kisses, down to her back until it find her sweet lips.
"I love you, Monsieur Balzac," Litsi whispered with her alluring voice. Her sweat-glistened exhausted face only added to her beauty.
“After all these years, how do you manage to stay in love with someone like me?” he asked, his playful hand climbing along the curve of the ymvith’s arched back, then exploring her shapely butt.
“Because you give me everything I need and accept me for who I am.,” Litsi said, settling onto Pierre’s chiseled abs as he lay beneath her, “So stop apologizing every time I finish a job. It’s my nature to prey on them. I’ve come to understand humanity's complexities. I owe you more than a hundred apologies for letting others touch me where you can’t.”
“You owe me nothing, honey.” Pierre pressed a gentle kiss to Litsi’s forehead. “Besides, no one knows you like I do. No one else has had the pleasure of witnessing a beautiful ymvith rip a huge fart like I always have.”
“Looks like somebody ‘s eager to hear me fart,” Litsi's voice dripped with lust as her hand stroked Pierre's hardening cock.
She pivoted her body, trapping the man's throbbing member between her perfectly curved buttocks. With a seductive thrust, she released a powerful fart that echoed through the room. The intoxicating aroma of jasmine filled the air, a sweet and pungent scent that only intensified Pierre's desire for her. The musky smell of her flatulence, similar to her sweat and even her waste, only added to the primal lust between them.
His hands eagerly groped Litsi's alluring breasts as she teased him by swaying her hips and moaning in pleasure. But their steamy encounter was interrupted by the shrill ring of a phone call - not just any call, but one from the EPCU Europe headquarters. Pierre froze, knowing it was not a routine call from FN or operatives, but something more urgent.
Hastily, Pierre answered the call, speaking seriously for a moment before ending the conversation. He turned to Litsi, his expression shifting. “Would you like to visit Russia with me?”
“Do you even have to ask?” she replied, her stunning smile returning. “But didn’t you forbid me to leave France?”
“I promised to spend three days with you, didn’t I?” Pierre said, a smile playing on his lips as his eyes admired the beauty of the naked ymvith before him. “Now, where were we?”
Litsi moved with deliberate and seductive grace, crawling onto the bed on all fours before laying down like a feline in heat. Her luscious backside lifted up, beckoning to be explored. She spread her legs wide, revealing the most sacred parts of her femininity. Her pulsating butthole quivered as she let out a tantalizing sigh, followed by a loud expulsion of gas—an explicit invitation for Pierre's skilled touch on her tightest hole.