Review: Anais French Muse

General Details

As I entered the luxurious room, I was greeted by a foreign voice that gave an air of mystery. A mystery that eluded to the sensual pleasure that was to come. The voice belonged to a spry and curvaceous figure of a woman who whore an enticing black...suit, which left little to the imagination. The moment our eyes met each other, she moved swiftly in for a hug and pressed her cheek against mines, even if she was wearing high-heels. With my head tilted along her neck, I spotted the porcelain white skin of her exposed back, which led to a magnificent view of her plump and scrumptious ass. Wrapping her arms tighter and tighter around me, I could feel her perky and defined breasts imprinting themselves into my chest. Sly little succubus. After an instant eternity, she finally released her embrace and I found myself suddenly missing the sweet aroma of her perfume. I wouldn't have to miss it for long though.

After we had conversed through brief a introduction, I was already mesmerized by her rhapsodizing French accent. After slowly peeling what little clothing she had on, she pranced over to the edge of the bed and gestured for me to come closer with a devilish wink. I walked over to the naughty little nymph.