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Salma Hayek was delighted to find her old From Dusk Till Dawn costume still fit, though she didn’t look quite the same when she examined herself in the mirror. It was quite a bit tighter; her pregnancy had left her more heavy-set and her face didn’t have the natural suppleness of youth. She’d aged well, but still had to rely on a few surgical nips and tucks—as well as unforgiving diet and exercise—to keep herself a sex symbol as she neared her sixties.

Salma struck a pose, her hands on her hips, her shoulders back, her breasts thrust out until the nipples strained against the tight fabric, outlined gorgeously. Not one man on Earth would kick her out of bed for not being twenty-five anymore, she knew that much.

And while the costume might be a little tighter than it used to be, it still looked good, with its sultry red coloring and little golden accoutrements emphasizing all that was both primal and regal in her bearing. Salma felt like a goddess, or maybe high priestess of some sex cult.

She heard the knock at the door. Turning around, Salma looked over her shoulder to enjoy the sight of her vibrant ass inside the clinging, but barely concealing, bottoms. She’d cheated with an unholy expensive procedure to keep her ass looking like she was no more than thirty. But who cared when she was so very fuckable?

The proof of the pudding was in the taste though. She didn’t just want to look good. Salma wanted to be sure she was as good to fuck as ever. And she was about to find out.

Going to the backdoor, she had time to see the pool boy gawk through the glass before she actually slid it open. His name was Kirk Peterson and he was a tall, handsome eighteen-year-old, son of the small and exclusive lawncare service’s CEO, working an easy job between graduation and college.

Salma didn’t know much about him, only that he had a big cock—one whose stiffness she saw every time he got a look at her.

“You wanted to see me, Ms. Hayek?” Kirk asked.

She’d told him that before he started on the pool. And, while he was busy working, she had changed into what she wore now. “I think it’s you who wants to see me,” Salma replied, her eyes covering the front of Kirk’s pants. “You know, it’s not usual for a Mexican woman to have a white boy cleaning her pool. It’s the other way around most of the time.”

“I suppose so,” Kirk said, his bright eyes still on Salma in disbelief.

But then, she guessed he would’ve agreed with anything Salma said just then. Kirk clearly didn’t see any unforgiving comparison between how she had once looked and how she looked now. Which was gratifying.

But could be more gratifying.

Salma took his hand and pulled him into the house. “And those Mexican pool boys… how many of them do you think get those white women off after they’re done cleaning the pool?”

“I don’t know,” Kirk said, still looking at her body. “Probably a lot,” he added, desperate to agree with her.

He’d never seen her body in such detail, though she often sunned herself or swam. But she always seemed to be putting on her robe just as he was about to get started on the pool, or going for a swim the moment he had finished a clean and was on his way out.

Kirk had no idea how long Salma had delighted in tantalizing him, or how she herself was tempted by the passion she provoked, until she just had to try it. Try him.

“I’m a rich woman,” Salma told him. “A rich Mexican woman. Very talented. Muy caliente. I think I should have my own white boy to fuck. And I think he should fuck me better than any of those pinche white women ever get it.”

There was no need for Kirk to agree. They both knew there was no chance he would say no. Salma ran her hand over Kirk’s groin, feeling his erection swelling within. She kissed him as she got his cock of his pants, stroking its growing length in her hot hand.

“Do you have a big white dick for me? Big white dick to get me off?” Kirk blushed and Salma laughed at him. “It’s okay,” she cooed, running a hand through his hair to sooth him. “I like that it’s all big and hard for me. But you can’t keep it to yourself anymore, gringo. You’ve got to share it.”

Salma knelt down in front of him. His prick stuck out in her face, offering itself to her, swollen and dripping precum. And Kirk’s eyes grew huge at the sight of her in such an appealingly submissive position.

“I’m not just a pretty face, you know,” Salma continued. “Or big tits. Or a fat ass. I’m also a great cocksucker. Do you want my cock-sucking lips on your big dick or would you rather let a white lady have it?”

Kirk nodded desperately, as much as he could without looking away from her. “You, you, definitely you.”

“That’s right, papi. You want to give it to Salma. I’m old enough to be your mother and I can still have your cock whenever I want, can’t I? That big white prick is all mine,” Salma purred, rolling her Rs as her accent thickened with arousal.

She swept her tongue over the pulsing hardness of Kirk’s prick, tasting his seeping precum on the tip of her tongue.

“And all your cum is mine too. You’re not going to knock up some little Barbie, are you? You’re going to feed me. You’re going to come right down my Mexican throat!”

Salma took his dick into her mouth, sucking him lovingly, slowly, savoring all the throbbing arousal that filled his cock to the point of bursting. As much as she loved the taste of cum, Salma also loved the process of milking a hard cock until it launched. Every part of it, from the first sampling kisses to when it was deep in her throat, giving her that last quarter-inch of growth that only came about at the moment of accomplishment.

Sometimes a slow suckle excited a man more. She hoped Kirk was the kind of man who could appreciate how much she relished his cock. She already knew he was going to come in her mouth and when he did, Salma hoped he had enough cum to make up for all the long weeks she had wasted, not seducing him when she’d first seen the vast bulge in his pants.

Wrapping her arms around Kirk’s hips, she petted the firm flesh of his trembling ass. Her lips wetly sucked his cock and Salma mewled in pleasure while she lowered herself deeper and deeper onto his jerking erection, until her lips brushed against the teeth of his zipper. Salma swayed her ample ass back and forth, knowing Kirk was looking over the top of her head to enjoy the sight of it.

She sucked without holding back at all her growing hunger, until finally she was driving her face up and down his length. Salma could no longer suck him slowly, not with her passion boiling in her and her lust for his cum becoming a physical need. She wanted it bad; she couldn’t settle for swallowing his musk on her saliva any longer!

Later, if there was time, she would do it slow and savoring from start to finish. Now the heat of his endowment burned her tingling lips, a feeling mirrored at her throbbing cunt. She felt the crotch of her panties growing sodden and warm as her juices filled her sex.

Salma didn’t mind in the least—she didn’t want to waste any time when he gave it to her in the pussy, and just taking him in her mouth was making her jaw ache a little. It would still hurt when she welcomed him into her cunt, she knew, but Salma would still like being fucked by him much more than she would mind the pain.

She cupped his muscular ass in her hands, rubbing and stroking his firm flesh as her face bobbed up and down, masturbating the both of them with the hardness her body had given Kirk. Her tongue swirled and licked, but Salma couldn’t claim much skill. She was too busy making soft, pleasured whimpers to really control her licking.

She sucked, even though he was already in her gullet, and tasted his precum as it coated her tongue. Her eyes rolled; Salma was overcome with emotion every time his swollen member slipped into her throat. She backed off, only to lavish her tongue on his glans, trying to get another delicious taste of his precum before she couldn’t take having so little of him in her mouth anymore. Then she would swallow Kirk all over again.