Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

He bends and kisses me, his tongue seductively dancing with mine. “You owe me fifty bucks.” He smiles against my lips.

I laugh out loud. “Bastard.”

“Time to work off your debt,” he whispers as he drives his body forward through my breasts. His eyes close in pleasure as his hands

encase my breasts around his cock. “You have the best fucking tits I have ever seen.” He growls.

My eyes roll back in my head. God, this is payment enough. What could be better than this visual sensation?

He begins to really pound my chest until the bed starts to rock and my sex clenches in pleasure. Holy fuck, I need this dick inside me now.

I laugh out loud. This is unbelievable. How the hell did this guy get me back to his room, having me owe him fifty dollars for the privilege?

He smiles sexily as his mouth hangs slack with arousal. “Arrêter de rire ou je remplirai votre bouche avec ma bite,” he whispers as he looks down at me.

Translation: Stop laughing or I will fill your mouth with my cock.

An unexpected thrill runs through me as I reply, “Je pourrais prendre tout cela.”

Translation: I could take it all.

His eyebrow rises in surprise. “Tu parle français?” he asks as he rolls a condom on.

Translation: You speak French?

I grab the back of his head bring it to mine. “Je baise en français trop,” I whisper against his lips.

Translation: I fuck in French, too.

His mouth ravages mine and I feel his hard cock slide between my wet lips. Back and forth he glides his length. I smile. Let’s up the anti. “Obwohl, wenn ich in Deutsch ficken ist, wenn I’m in meinem

besten,” I whisper as my arousal hits a fever pitch.

Translation: Although, when I fuck in German is when I’m at

my best.

He laughs into my mouth and lifts my legs over his shoulder as he impales me in one hard slam. We stay still and our eyes close in pleasure.

Holy fuck.

This guy is good… and huge.

“Sie sollten sehen, was Sie sagen, deutsch meine Bruchstelle ist,” he whispers as he pulls out and slides home again. Translation: You should watch what you say, German is my breaking point.

My back arches off the bed. Oh God, this is too good. His brain is as sharp as his body. I don’t know anyone else bilingual, and these exchanges are blowing my freaking mind. “Ich wollte deinen Schwanz

in den Mund,” I breathe.

Translation: I wanted your cock in my mouth.

He pulls out and immediately hovers above me as he feeds his cock into my open mouth. I taste my own salty arousal. Shit. This guy is off the fucking hook.

“Votre souhait est ma commande ma chère femme.”

Translation: Your wish is my command, my dear wife.

I smile around the large penis as he slides it down my throat and I feel my sex start to pulse. “Je voudrais que vous souffl er dans ma bouche. Si vous étiez vraiment mon mari je boirai vers le bas.”