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The beckoning look was all she needed to realise why Maynor had held her back from the group. Alone together as the gondola cleared the hut, he reached out his hands. Sylvie took them as she stepped across and straddled his lap. Their eyes locked as their lips came together, soft yet hungry, opening immediately to let their tongues touch. How much had she wanted this? They’d flirted constantly since he’d arrived two days ago, leading the group staying at the chalet that week. Rich, confident, he’d kept her waiting, but she didn’t care now that his hands cradled her ass and her hands slid down to his crotch. She could feel his dick. fat and firm, even through the ski clothes. She rubbed him, pleased to find his cock as long and thick as she’d expected. “All the way up,” he whispered in her ear. “Six minutes to the top.” Sylvie knew what he meant. If she hadn’t, the strong but gentle pulling down on her waist would have given rus escort her the hint. Maynor opened his legs as Sylvie slid to her knees. He unbuckled the top of his trousers as she zipped down the fly. He bulged huge in his shorts. She moved close as she freed the length of him from the cotton elastic and let his cock pop out onto her face. She looked up at him, eyes on eyes, as his long dick rested on her pretty features. They both smiled. Sylvie opened her mouth and ran it up his length, side on, his firm cock slipping through her freshly painted red lips. She saw the fresh snow on the mountain peaks and the clear blue sky as her mouth reached the tip of his penis. The absurdity of the setting grabbed Sylvie for a moment, pushing her excitement further. She kissed the head of his cock before slowly opening her lips and lowering her head. Keeping her lips tight, she yenimahalle escort moved her mouth down as Maynor slowly raised his hips. Sliding in deep, she heard him moan as his glands nestled into the back of her throat. He played it so cool but she knew the moan was reluctant, animal, uncontainable. Sylvie held his cock there, her lips in a firm round grip on the base of his shaft. Her wet, silky tongue moved round him, his swollen head feeling the swallow in her throat. For some reason she’d never before felt compelled to suck this deep, to prove she could take all of a guy, to be this satisfying for a man. Sylvie’s pussy was already soaking through her underwear yet somehow, the heat in her cunt increased as she realised something about herself, about him: this was where she wanted to be – on her knees, sucking his cock, wherever he wanted it to happen. She began moving her head, taking her lips to his tip, licking him, then enveloping him again, taking it all. Sylvie could feel the throb of his thick cock quicken as her lips rode up and down his shaft. She moved faster on the bulging slippery head, bringing her hand up to stroke him, ready to swallow a heavy load of cum. It seemed though, that Maynor wasn’t ready to let go. He raised her head up off his dick and smiled as he stood her up and turned her round. With her back to him he eased his thumbs inside the waist of her ski trousers, leggings and panties, bending her forward a little as he pulled them all down to her knees. Oh fuck. She felt her wet underwear peel away from her hungry pussy and the cold mountain air on her buttocks. He bent her forward a little more, admiring the view of her succulent ass. Then, hands on her naked hips, he manoeuvred her down on to him. Maynor’s upright cock slid straight into her hot wet cunt, the tip of him parting the lips, the head pushing her open and going deep, deep, deep up into her. She settled her weight right down, taking every inch of him. She could feel the surge of her climax building almost immediately as he entered her.

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