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No man who would be suitable for her took knowledge of Leonie Angel. The petite woman was single for a good year. Self -pity and doubts were not recommended friends, but they reported constantly, unsolicited. Leonie found her little breasts as a pronounced burden.
That her fiance Martin gave her after three years and of all things, on her twenty -fourth birthday, the passport nibbled on her self -confidence incredibly.
She found the betrayal that Martin had started even worse.
He had slept with her best friend Maren, this fat bitch. Martin had repeatedly betrayed Leonie that at least he had honestly admitted.
The positive experiences and memories of beautiful, shared youth suddenly faded. Maren’s good characteristics, their sensitive, sensitive way, the contagious humor, countless party nights were forgotten. “This brainless titty monster fucked my fiancee!“This knowledge had irretrievably burned itself into Leonie’s head.
When Martin announced after long arguments and craving nights that he wanted to finally solve the engagement and move to his great love Maren, Leonie crawled into her checken house.
She terminated the shared apartment and her well -paid job in a Hamburg law firm.
Leonie from Hamburg wanted to rush out. Way of Martin and this cunning bitch!
This scence had clearly lied to it from the beginning. Martin’s assertions, petite tits would totally turn him on, everything lied! The dog son had left her because of Maren’s Dicken udders that at least the “truth” had laid the Leonie for himself.
Leonie had sweared and cried. The slim woman pushed the separation and betrayal on her own inadequacy.
She felt she neither female nor sexually attractive. Her self -confidence had disappeared with Martin’s disclosure or at least it remained in a sluggish sleeping beauty!
After another night, in the freshly terminated apartment, her decision was determined. She would not have it passed from her beloved home by these two “treasures”.
Leonie had secretly saved capital. Sporadically speculated on the stock exchange.
She hadn’t earned millions. A tranquility that should facilitate your planned dream wedding with Martin, an elegant honeymoon and the beginning of her life together. An oversized soap bubble, the burst.
However, this premature separation included something good, the financial cushion had remained untouched. Money that Leonie would help a complete restart.
Leonie found her dream property within a week through a friendly broker. An idyllic single -family house twenty cars from the city center.
Her new domicile had a good connection to the Hanseatic City. Despite the closeness to the nature, the neat house was in a beautiful housing estate. Leonie’s parents lived a stone’s throw away from her.
You could reach the parents’ house in five minutes on foot.
Jürgen, Leonie’s elderly Brother Also lived, with his wife and two sons, in the manageable district. She was able to do without her former best friend and Martin, the asshole. Leonie moved home, into the healing lap of her family!
When the moving car held, Leonie already had the employment contract for her new job, already in her pocket. In the new law firm, she would earn significantly less, Leonie accepted that! Ordering her life, coming to yourself was more worth the mammon.
A new phase of life started ..
A whole year had passed since Martin separated.
The grief for the loss of her lover and her former best friend, slowly let go. Leonie remembered the good sex she had shared with Martin.
Now after a beaten year in which Leonie had buried himself in the works and the renovation of her little house, Leonie’s unsatisfied libido came back.
The young woman was aware that the ex -boyfriend was no longer missing in her life. Leonie longed for physical love. Sexual nothing was running for a year.
No tail, Not even their own fingers had in theirs pussy fled -off. Leonie had bathed in self -pity for twelve long months and imposed himself, the existence of a nun.
Days passed. The midsummer had spread out brooding. The sun seemed merciless.
An extensive sunbathing seemed exhaustively on the body.
Leonie had fourteen days Vacation. Tense, make the city unsafe and go strolling relaxed, lie in the garden behind the house and read a sparkling slimming novel, she hadn’t planned more. A vacation to find yourself. No obligations, no stressful trip, just relax and let your mind wander.
Leonie had made himself comfortable behind the house in her garden, which bordered on a nearby forest.
An ice -cooled Tequila Sunrise stood on the table next to her garden lounger. Fabulous weather. A sky without clouds. A gentle breeze flattered kissing, the sun -heated skin.
From the street you couldn’t see the rear garden plot.
Leonie did not expect joggers or people who walked through the forest. It was far too hot when people preferred to go to outdoor pools or drove to the Beach. Leonie sipped on her cold drink.
On the previous free weekends, Leonie had often driven to the beach. Your complexion had turned golden brown.
For safety’s sake, she had left the narrow bikini. The shame that people would stare at their manageable tits, had been too big!
Leonie got up and stretched out. It ran to the garden fence that surrounded the property. There was no one to see and no unusual sound to be heard.
Nobody would gather here, open them up and make fun of their delicate tits!
The perfect day to do something good for your pussy and little breasts. Leonie typed barefoot back to the couch, opened her bikinio report and put it off. Shortly thereafter, the top and panties dangled, blemish on the backrest of their lounger.
One arm, legend under her back of the head, she began to read. The novel, an erotic summer reading of her favorite author, captivated Leonie Bald.
The paperback was acted by a slave ship that was tied by a predatory pirate captain.
The heroic pirate was portrayed as a Schönling and Charmeur. A “cloony” of the sea. Type seductive women understander. One who freed the slaves and made the most beautiful to his lover.
The sexual scenes on the upper deck were painted in colorful, dazzling word tones.
Leonie believed to see the exciting body of the team in front of him. Shiny, stated men’s body. Winding women who shouted their lust for the endless ocean. Call of the liberation.
Unadulterated lust, exhaustive satisfaction.
The erotic novel slid through his fingers and landed next to the deck chair in the grass. Her hand tenderly took care of intensifying the tingling feeling between her damp thighs. For a long time she hadn’t touched. The stress and her injured self -confidence had preserved any feeling of pleasure.
Leonie bit himself on her lips.
She stroked her swollen clit, plucked and massaged it with circular fingertips. Lust, pent -up lust crawled through her heated lap.
Her abdomen fought towards the fingers looking for the entrance. Leonie pressed her soles of your feet firmly on the couch. The knees squeezed out meaningfully.
She presented her fingers, the wet slot. Let them slide in. Deep immersion, in their greedy, damp throat.
Leonie groaned softly. Two fingers worked diligently between their labia.
She fingered herself, stopped when the lust threatened to overwhelm her and distributed the moisture on her pussy.
Delicate pleasure sounds escape quietly their trembling lips. The two fingers moved tirelessly. She permanently increased her excitation curve. Shortly before she threatened to overwhelm wonderful emotional flashes, Leonie stopped moving.
She kidnapped her fingers, led them over her glowing hot labia.
She divided the wet horny fluid between the wide open thighs. Leonie didn’t want to let go yet. Do not immediately arise, delay the stormy advance to the summit. Hold this sweet, tingling feeling longer.
Her fingertips touched the labia.
First opened the outer, then plucked Leonie the small inside apart. She cleverly managed to spread her horny meat.
The fingers of the other hand fought in the tequila glass until it caught one of the swimming ice cubes. Leonie led his fingers over her open shame and pressed himself, the frozen one on the tingling pussy.
A sweet, lustful sigh of their sensual lips. Leonie damped her libido.
Melting ice water ran into every crack of her vagina. Leonie Wimmer and pushed her fingers into her young, starved cunt again.
A loosened ceremonial. A feast for your cunt. For a year her sexuality had been completely broke, now it was time to sew the desire to sew the desire.
Minutes were from seconds.
Leonie perfected the lustful game with his own body. It could keep the condition of the excitement stable for a long time. Until she was lost and a primal scream heralded the orgasm held. Leonie came tremendously.
A first liberation after the separation!
A gush cunt mucus sprayed from her throbbing cunt like a fountain. Even after minutes she could clearly feel the contractions, her fantastically fingered pussy. Leonie felt relief. Free inside, floating as if a hundredweight load had fallen off her shoulders.
In the early evening.
Leonie was just standing under the shower, When her cell phone rang. She rose quickly, turned a bath towel and ran into the living room. Leonie ransacked her handbag and said breathlessly: “Angel, who speaks?”
Silence followed a deep clearing of the throat. A throaty men’s voice said: “You and an angel? I saw you little hooker in action this afternoon! Everything you have to offer! You exciting sow!“The stranger moaned properly.
It was unmistakable that he got you down while talking to Leonie.
Short -breath, rattling breathing sounds, then the caller said: “These little fixed tits and the column, so that evil girls drive us men crazy! Add it, you shameless hooker, you let every tail that run out of it! I am right, you bitch? Do you need it hard? Should I come to visit you and push my cock deep into your young hole?”
Crunch and whip in the line.
Leonie clasped her cell phone cramped. On the one hand, an inner voice urged her to push the caller away and on the other side, ordered her, a more pronounced feeling, “stay tuned on it!”
The rosy, dainty nipples of her chest had suddenly contracted. She listened, pressed her thighs together and tried not to make a sound out of herself. This voyeuristic bum should not be noticed that his terrible words had an effect!
Damn, she quickly needed a new guy! When the mere thought of a strange tail -shining tensioner triggered horny feelings in her, it was time.
She needed a fuck. A thick tube that would plow your cunt through!
The voyeur roched Leonie’s ear: “Do you like it when you push something into your young pussy, use you? Talk to me, you little sow! Talk to me! You make me horny like you knead your delicate, little breasts. Yes, show me more you bitch! I will soon be ready, I need to cum, you Luder!”
Hoir, overturned groaned sounds, crawled uncensored in Leonie’s auricle. She felt moisture.
Her pussy juices ran down the thighs outrageously.
“Oh yes, I enjoy the eyes on your dirty body, hooker! You have deliberately abandoned the curtains. Yes, knead your cute tits stronger and finally drop the stupid towel. I want to see your hooker cunt. I want to absorb you and your graceful body with my eyes! Show me that you are a bad girl.
I want to see every detail. Come on, you’ll get cheap bitch. Step closer to the window and finally drop the stupid towel! I want to see your young fuck column!
Leonie pushed out a pointed scream out of sheer surprise. Ferred about himself and the insolent wanker, she pressed the caller away.
Her knees gave up slightly as she ran into the window in a hurry. She pulled the bright fabric curtains, vigorously in front of the windows.
Your heart raced. Leonie was aware that the guy could see her despite the curtains. Your silhouette, a shadow tear of your body.
This sick pig! She quickly pressed the light switch.
Darkness, silence, a throbbing carotid artery and this incredible moisture. Horny moisture between your legs. Your body screamed for attention. The urge for sexual stimulants became overwhelmed and overwhelmed the young woman.
Leonie loosened the towel and let it slide to the ground.
She sat on her favorite armchair with wide -spread thighs. The back of the knees lay on the armrests. Her hand slid quickly over the throbbing horny meat. Leonie jerked her swollen pearl hard and uncontrollably.
Without mercy, no break, a **** rubbing.
Sink three fingers into the dripping hole. Turn off the drive, destroy it with powerful movements. Fuck into yourself for seconds. Mix your own fingers as a tail replacement.
In and out, no delay. It had to happen immediately. The young woman longed for the summit. Leonie didn’t want to climb it, she wanted to storm it!
Leonie spent completely.
An incredibly strong orgasm consumed the last energy reserves of your body. Her pussy no longer fought against the unstoppable. Leonie groaned loudly while the moist, slimy spray sprayed over her fingers. They continued incredible waves.
The morning after …
Leonie stood naked in front of her dressing mirror.
The fingers slid over your body. She looked at herself and her handy, firm breasts.
From a different perspective, she thought. “He” sees me with his eyes. For him I am attractive, exciting, a sexually appealing appearance! She felt her tender nipples stretched and stiffened lustfully.
I am beautiful!
She finally recognized her true being.
It was not important what Martin thought, did or did. The stranger’s words were also unimportant.
Leonie was flawless, with her mistakes, corners and edges. With all their flaws!A beautiful woman with a perfect body. Their body!
The door to her past finally closed and the new door that opened in front of her eyes promised a promising Summer!
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