Presidents in Private: Dilma Roussef - Sex Stories

Presidents in Private: Dilma Roussef

... must've been able to catch a glimpse into the room, because her eyes suddenly got big and round, but she was disciplined enough not to show anything. Roussef smiled. "You'll be guarding the inside of this door," she said to the girl. She nodded again and stepped inside, where the president shut the door behind her, turning towards Hillary. The blonde american had finished taking off all her clothes, as ordered. Her pale dress lay neatly folded at her side, her panties and bra discarded at her feet. Only her stockings and shoes were still worn, giving her legs a nice shape for an older woman. The brazilian sized her up as she slowly walked towards her. For a woman her age, the american was in excellent shape, Dilma concluded. Her breasts were sagging, but still full and heavy. Her skin had little wrinkles, but was still tight, and aside from her thick thighs and slight belly, she wasn't even fat. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, and several gold piercing rings glittered along her labia, making it look ever the more delicious. WHen Dilma had reached her, she kissed her new lover passionately, tasting her lipstick, her tongue, the taste of her mouth, breathing in her scent as she pulled her closer against herself. Hillary was shivering, either from arousal or cold, but finally wrapped her arms around the president and kissed her back. The two women stood embraced like this for a while, then Dilma pulled back slightly and smiled. "Well, now about those gay rights," she said. ...

... "Mmmh, I can't wait to see how you treat them here," Clinton purred, looking into the brazilian's eyes. Roussef began to unbutton her jacket, her presidential sash spanning tight across her ample bosom. "Hmmm, please leave that on," Hillary pleaded, as Dilma pushed down her skirt and opened her blouse. "I'd like to be reminded that I'm getting fucked by the president." The brazilian nodded as she slipped off her shirt, her large breasts pushed up by a half bra, leaving her nipples free and hard. "Come on," Roussef said, "Suck them!" Clinton bent forward and closed her mouth around the large brown areola of the brazilian woman's breast, sucking her nipple as far into her mouth as she could and nibbling on it like a child. Dilma moaned, running her fingers through her hair as she pressed her face tighter against her bust. "Mmmh, you know what you're doing," she gasped breathlessly, feeling herself get moist and wet between her legs. Hillary nodded, mumbling inaudibly into the president's breast as her hand ran down between Dilma's legs and started rubbing across her panties. Soon, Roussef began pushing her down on her knees. "Hm, it seems you're much more eager to suck on something else," she said. "Oh god yes," Clinton groaned, looking up at Roussef pleadingly. "Please, I so want to taste your pussy." Roussef smiled and slowly began to push down her broad, silk panties. A thick bush of brown pubic hair began to appear in front of Hillary's eyes with a neat, soft, tight slit ...