Luck, Be a Lady Tonight
I only visited Monaco once a year, to gamble at the Casino de Monte-Carlo, drink Bollinger champagne and fuck beautiful girls...
I could practically smell the intoxicating scent of her pussy from here. My cock twitched inside the fine silk trousers of my expensive tuxedo. I only visited Monaco once a year, to gamble at the Casino de Monte-Carlo, drink Bollinger champagne and fuck beautiful girls. I’d already won €2500 on the roulette table, and had drunk an entire Jeroboam of Bolli, to the point where I was now practically pissing pure golden fizz. Next stop was Pussy Town, and I’d already decided that hers was my top destination.
She wore a slinky gold number, looked like a fucking Oscar statue, but with enormous tits. They spilled out the front of her dress, and each time she’d leaned forward expectantly to watch the roulette wheel spin, the creamy mammaries had jostled and bounced. I spent most of my time at the table imagining pulling that dress down, pushing those lovely big jugs together and filling my mouth with her nipples. Pulling them apart and burying my face between them. Pressing them together and sliding my hard prick between her full, ripe melons.
My dick leapt again, and I shot her the look. I knew she was into me. I’d caught her watching me, too, and…
