Nancy stepped off the plane in Athens, her late-40s curves hugged by a sundress that whispered promises. Brad's words echoed: 'Go fuck him, then tell me everything.' She smirked, strong and unapologetic, dialing Lambros. 'I'm back, bus boy. Solo this time. Meet me at the old hotel in an hour.'
Lambros arrived, eyes widening. 'Nancy? The chaperone? What brings you—'
'Cut the tour guide act,' she interrupted, sharp and witty. 'You know exactly why. That bus ride had me dripping wet, imagining your cock instead of the wheel. Brad encouraged it—wants every detail. So, are you hard yet, or do I need to persuade you?'
He laughed, stepping closer. 'Persuade? You're the one panting already. My cock's been hard since your call. But let's see if that American pussy lives up to the fantasy.'
In the hotel room, Nancy shoved him against the wall, kissing fiercely. She dropped to her knees for a blowjob, taking his throbbing cock deep, tongue swirling as he groaned. 'Taste that, Lambros—horny for you all week.' Sweating, she stood, stripping to reveal her ass and dripping pussy. 'Fuck me now—hard.'
He thrust into her wet heat, pounding relentlessly. She rode him dominantly, panting, 'Deeper—make me come!' They climaxed explosively, her pussy clenching as he filled her with cum, bodies slick and spent.
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