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People, if you want to read a story this time, where things go quickly, then you’d better look for another of someone else. I set up the story very slowly. So patience, or not read at all 🙂 When Stephan was 18 years old, his school started a partnership with a school in Italy. Each student from the Italian lessons were randomly assigned to addresses of Italian students who took part in German lessons in Italy, and the teacher asked everyone to write a letter and also to use the very poor knowledge of Italian from class.
In autumn the class would then go to Italy and the students could then personally meet their new letter friends. Stephan received a note with the name of a Fiorella, also 18 years old, and the address specification. There was no more on it. Fiorella – that was a nice name, as Stephan found. He inserted the note and didn’t think about it any further. After a few days, the students were reminded not to forget the correspondence, and so he ran out of the satchel in the afternoon at home and started writing a few awkward lines.
About his hobbies (football, sport in general), about his hometown and their sports club and its favorite subjects (V. A. Sports). Finally he added a photo of himself in the football jersey and brought the letter to the post the next day. “It can take longer to Italy,” said the woman at the counter. “It fits, it doesn’t matter. “, he answered. So passed for a few weeks and somehow was a brown envelope on the dining table, his mother had found it in the mailbox.
After lunch, Stephan retired to homework and made the letter in interest. But when he saw the two photos, he took his breath: Fiorella had a picture of herself and one with her friends. And she looked incredibly cute! Brown, long hair. Dark eyes with two lively eyebrows, soft, smiling lips. She was sitting on a stone in nature and wore a black T-shirt with several leather chains around her neck, a bleached, tightly cut three-quarter jeans and her bare feet were in sandals.
There was another leather chain on one foot. She beamed happily into the camera. On the group photo she was definitely the most beautiful girl among her friends. Stephan was blown away. He immediately sat down and wrote a letter that was almost poetic for a 16-year-old: funny, entertaining and full of sympathy. He hoped he would meet her soon and he is already feeling that there is a wonderful connection between them, and so on.
A real masterpiece for a teen. The next day the letter was abandoned and the pictures were of course shown around at school. Stephan’s buddies were full of recognition, whistled loudly and said, “Hey age, you have to put them flat when you meet them!“What you say as a half -stronger. So the time passed. Fiorella and Stephan remained in a lot of letters, electronic means of communication were not yet. The two got to know each other better than one learned many details from the life of the other.
Unfortunately, Fiorella failed to build more photos every time, even though Stephan repeatedly asked her about it. Finally the autumn came and the big school trip to Italy was coming up. Stephan was totally excited and when the bus finally arrived in the Italian partner town in the evening after hours of ride, it was already dawn. The entire parking lot was full of local people who were able to pick up the students. The teacher admonished her, after the host family or. to look out to the letter partner.
Stephan did this without a request anyway, but nobody could see at first. He got out, got his bag out of the luggage compartment of the bus and looked around. Everywhere he laughed and talked excitedly. People fell into their arms, kiss here, kiss there. Suddenly she stood in front of him. And instead of greeting her friendly, he just stared at her: she was really so beautiful! Her face was mysterious, even, olive -colored flawless skin, soft lips, big dark eyes, a wonderful smile.
Your hair a splendor. She was very slim, he saw small hand-sized breasts standing under her tight white t-shirt. She wore the top navel -free and showed a flat washboard belly. She had a very tight jeans, totally figure -hugging, her butt was like a peach, so tight. Of course, he did not immediately see all of this in detail, but only when looking ever. Fiorella took him in his arms, pulled him, gave him kisses on both sides and talked to him in a sweet mix of German, English and Italian, took him by hand and pulled him with him.
To her family, who had also appeared in full, her dad and mamma, her brother Marco and her little sister Mellisa. Everyone accepted him as if he were part of the family. At home he got to know Nonno and Nonna. There was a wonderful meal, pasta and salad, plus a meat dish. He was shown his room and Fiorella said that if he had unpacked, he could still come to her in the living room.
When Stephan later came to her, she sat on the couch and had a blanket over her knees. A fire burned in the fireplace. Nobody else was to be seen. He sat next to her. She offered him the ceiling and so both snuggled underneath and talked all evening. It was clear that Stephan was totally in love with her and later thought of her in bed in the evening in the evening. In the next few days they took part in the school programs (joint excursions, joint football tournaments), but whenever it went, they sancled and let the other students down.
They talked and became very familiar with each other. Fiorella had a very open way, often hugged in his arms or gave him a kiss on his cheek, led him through the village, danced closely in the disco with him. So it happened that Stephan just kissed her at some point when she gave him a kiss on his cheek. Fiorella let it happen, but then got a serious face.
She had to talk to him that it could be that he would have misunderstood something. She got on very well with him, but she already has a friend and she is already loyal to him. Oh, these Italians! Why are they so close to the body when they don’t mean it that way? Stephan was totally disappointed, but he told her that he didn’t regret the kiss and was in love with her, there would be nothing to deny. Then he asked her a bit about her boyfriend and it came out that he was older for a few years and especially with the army.
And then it got really bad. Because now Fiorella told how great and male he was and continued seamlessly how great the sex was with him. That was really bad for Stephan, but at the same time he couldn’t hear away. “What do you mean with great sex?”” Yes, that we do it anytime and anywhere – Sempres! He just takes me. And he can always and il suo cazzo e molto duro! Mhhh, made her a little horny. “You like to hear that her boyfriend has a hard cock, Stephan Ironically thought.
Then he tried to make good expression to make an evil game and asked her dirty Italian terms. So it was still funny. What cunt z. B. means he wanted to know. “What’s cunt?“She asked, and so he pointed down between her legs. “Ahh, vagina!”, She said. But Stephan shook his head. “No no, vagina. ‘Fotze’ è molto Volgare (vulgar!))). “Aahh”, she laughed a little excited and hoarse, “Fica!”.
That actually sounds very soft, thought Stephan, but became increasingly awesome. He approached her again and tried whether she wouldn’t feel like it. She understood it exactly and looked at him a little sad, but also grinning, and held his finger towards “No No, La mia fica non è permessa per te” (my cunt is prohibited for you!))). Well, you can’t get a removal clearer! It could have been so horny.
It would have been the perfect evening, it was definitely a horny mood. And the next day the return trip was planned. So Stephan went to bed like a poured poodle and sadly jerked himself into sleep. On the bus, the buddies all wanted to know whether what had gone, whether they had banged, but Stephan was too kinked to get some story to them, and so they flocked to him and soon left him alone.
Well, what can you say. The months and years passed. The contact with the Fiorella never completely tore off. Stephan no longer wrote Schmonzetten letters, but somehow the connection held. When Fiorella came to Germany – now she studied German studies and communication, she made a visit to him on a visit to him. Every time she was in a relationship. Whether in the same or different, Stephan was not clear. Stephan also stopped with her when he went on vacation to Italy.
Both were now approx. 20 years old when Fiorella said that she would soon come back to Germany for an internship in Munich and would have some time a few days earlier. Whether you can meet, she arrives in Munich the day after tomorrow. Stephan also had a friend who lived in Heidelberg, he himself studied medicine in Frankfurt. He had great desire for a meeting with his Italian swarm of youth and said that Fiorella could come, he would pick her up in Munich, he was with his parents in Bavaria anyway, and then they could go to Frankfurt together.
So they made it out and met after two days at the Munich Hbf. It was a nice reunion. Fiorella looked beautiful and sexy as always, quite a mature, a real racy woman just. She moved very lasciviously and female with every step. Her German had almost become perfect, with a sweet accent, while Stephan had completely forgotten his a bit of schoolital. On the way, in Stephan’s old Citroen on the way to Frankfurt, they laughed a lot and asked each other.
This time Stephan assumed that it was a Platonic thing from Fiorella’s side and she was again or again. was still lined up with someone else. He did not make any illusions at all. That’s why he didn’t ask. But at some point said, “Hey, we can make a stopover with my girlfriend in Heidelberg. She is definitely happy and we can eat there dinner there!“Fiorella looked at him surprised. What Stephan did not notice: also a little disappointed.
“So, you have a friend? OK. What’s her name?”” Marion “, said Stephan,” we can call them from a telephone booth!”. “Ok,” said Fiorella, “if you like!”. Marion lived in a flat share in the old town of Heidelberg and was surprised that Stephan would come with Fiorella. She also said “Ok, if you like!”. The greeting was polite, “Hello, I’ve heard a lot of you,” said Marion. In the careful manner, Fiorella did not say ‘and I’ve never heard of you’.
Marion, a slim appearance with freckles and red-brown hair in the airy summer dress, said that the shared apartments would sit on the balcony and grill, and Stephan and Fiorella could like to get there. So soon they sat in a big round with Marion and their shared apartments on the balcony, wonderful view of the old town of Heidelberg, drank beer and ate grill stuffs, laughed and were amused. Later in the evening when Marion went into the kitchen to wash off, Stephan followed her, who was literally turned on by the visit of Fiorella.
Marion said, “she is very nice, your Italian girlfriend”, a light undertone was unmistakable. But Stephan stepped on the sink behind her and comprised her from behind, kissed her on the neck and started taking her breasts firmly through her summer dresses. “But you’re my girlfriend! I’m standing up to you, ”he breathed in her ear, and pinched her in her nipple at the same time. Marion groaned. They hadn’t done it for a while due to the spatial distance.
He pressed his pelvis with the plump tail between her buttocks from behind and pulled her dress up a little too. Kneaded her ass through her underpants. “Really now?”,” She asked, “you wouldn’t rather get your Italian bitch!? She looks at you totally in love all the time. Do you not mean, you’d better go with her?”. And as Stephan meant, but he couldn’t say that here.
Instead, he took out his plump penis and, after pulling Marion’s panties to the side and pulling her labia apart from behind, he pushed him into her wet cunt. “My cock is only made for your little German pussy!“He groaned and started to fuck at high speed. At the same time he continued to knead her tits. Marion groaned because Stephan seemed incredibly horny and got her festival. She pressed her ass backwards, towards him.
What the two did not notice was that Fiorella showed up in the door and watched them. She was fascinated to watch her childhood friend in a hard fuck. He pushed so tightly! And had grabbed Marion from behind to his throat. And kneaded her nipples. And clawed in Marion’s Rosanen ass. Fiorella felt very excited. It seems that the Germans are not boring in sex, she noticed surprised. Suddenly a sound came from the balcony and Fiorella scurried into the toilet before someone noticed her.
Stephan and Marion had also heard that someone approached and quickly pulled the clothes back on. “I have to go now, Marion, otherwise it will be too late to Frankfurt. Tomorrow I have a lecture and have to get out early. “Marion looked strictly at him:“ I assume that Fiorella stays with you?”” Yes, “said Stephan,” but you don’t need to worry, I only love you and we will soon continue where we have stopped!“So they said goodbye;But Marion had a very bad feeling and thought that it was actually not good to let Stephan drive so horny.
Maybe she should have bubbled him after all? But well, Fiorella wouldn’t let him go anyway. They had known each other for so long and according to Stephan there was never anything. But she was not very convinced. But it was actually the case that Fiorella Stephan looked at different eyes after her observation today. As a whole man. No longer a teenager. How he got it from Marion had really been really violent.
And you would like to have an entire man for yourself, or?Back on the highway, they were silent for a while. Stephan was in his thoughts at his fuck and felt very horny. He regretted that he couldn’t cum?. A few more minutes and he could have got Marion on the ass. Or he had asked her, kneeling in front of him and would have quickly cunted her a facial. Cool! Sperm looked great on her freckles, he knew that.
At least Marion could have bubbled another one, she could quasi. She had everything injected into her mouth, swallowed down, licked his cock a few times, licked her lips and there were no traces at all. That was the best variant when you were in public or in the flat share. This is how Stephan was hanging his thoughts while the most beautiful woman in the world was sitting next to him. But he had no more on the screen at all in sexual terms.
With the topic they were through. He idolized her, probably he even loved her, but she was just unreachable. He just enjoyed the time with her, because with no other he could laugh so much and do impossible things. How do you say? A friend for horses. He was all the more surprised when Fiorella suddenly spoke into silence and interrupted his thoughts. “Why did you want to introduce my girlfriend to me?“Stephan didn’t even know what to answer.
Why did she ask that? “Stop like this,” he just replied. “So that you get to know each other!”. Should she not be happy for him that he had a relationship? Fiorella was silent for a while, then she said: “I’m solo, you know! My longstanding relationship has been over for a few weeks – finito. “Stephan was even more surprised. Why did she tell him that? What did that have to do with his girlfriend? And why was she suddenly so sad? Because of him about? Because he was under the hood? He looked at her very confused from the side and then only said politely: “Uh, I’m sorry!”” It doesn’t need, Stephan, he was a stronzo!“Oh, Stephan knew the word: an asshole.
“But Fiorella, but you noticed that late. How many years were you together?”” Yes, because I’m stupid, Caro Mio, I get the wrong men! I miss the good ones for that, ”and again she looked at him so sadly. Stephan was totally confused and also excited. For years she had let him flash, because of her stupid engraver from the Esercito Italiano, the army. And now she would be free! But she attached great importance to loyalty, otherwise she could have been hopping in bed with Stephan long ago.
Often enough they were physically close, mentally anyway, it had often tapped and cracked, they had stayed together in the same bed together and yet she had never taken the step. To be honest, Stephan would not even twitch with the eyelash, cheat Marion if he could have Fiorella. He would even put the end with Marion immediately. Without hesitation or regret. Marion was good in bed and it was entertaining, but they weren’t soul -related at all.
Stephan just took what he could get. That was understandable, or? Why should he become a hermit just because he couldn’t have Fiorella? But if he would cheat Marion and plunge to Fiorella? If he weren’t also a stronzo? In Fiorella’s eyes? If he wouldn’t be through with her? Holy shit! What kind of own goal that he had introduced her to Marion. So it was a silent journey to Frankfurt.
It was only when she arrived in his booth and Fiorella examined his four walls that the familiar, informal atmosphere came up again, which was otherwise so typical for them. They cook together, eat at candlelight and drank a good red wine. Later they went into the late idea of a film that was very silly and laughed and peeled all the way back as they strolled back in arm to Stephan’s apartment back to Stephan’s apartment. So they sat on his sofa, had calm music on and drank the bottle of red wine empty.
Stephan hugged Fiorella and put her head on his. Her hair smelled wonderfully. He stroked her head. Your left auricle – the most beautiful auricle of the world – was right in front of his mouth. He gave her a gentle kiss on it. She put up with it. He kissed her behind her ear, a very erogenous area. She put up with it, purred almost a little. Again he did it and a little bit he stretched out his tongue and massaged her with the tip behind his ear.
Fierella closed her eyes and enjoyed. It was not the case that he hadn’t already done that with her. On the contrary. She had already nibbled on his earlobe that it crackled. But today, …. , Today she really stretched out his neck, tilted his head to the side so that he could really lick her ear and neck with his tongue. So his tongue wandered down his neck. Then along the collarbone to the middle.
Fiorella let everything happen and purred like a cat. From the throttle pit at the transition from neck to sternum, his tongue moved further down. Fiorella’s blouse was open on the upper two buttons, but at some point he had still arrived at the hem. He could see the curvature of her breasts and let his tongue hike a little along the hem of the blouse, also a bit underneath. To open the next button to further approach your breasts, but he didn’t get ready.
But he slowly pulled the blouse up, out of the summer skirt, and thus released her navel. Her stomach was very slim, even a little bit in and he licked it over it in long lanes. When he arrived at her navel, he devoted himself very intensively. Fiorella was slightly leaned back in the sofa and let it happen. Actually, Stephan wanted to move up her blouse to get to her breasts. But Fiorella slowly pulled her legs up her legs instead! Keep.
That’s impossible! She pulled him up so far that her underpants came out completely. A small white panties with a very narrow V-shape, transparent top look and string shape on the buttocks. Their slim, muscular, brown -burned thighs showed a real goosebumps, the fine golden hairs had positioned themselves. Stephan’s tongue now jumped from the belly onto a thigh and let his tongue hike along the inside. Fiorella put on the thighs and spread it.
The closer Stephan’s tongue came of her bar, the more. After all, he was right in front of her panties, knelt between her legs and found that there was no longer back now. If it didn’t fit her, she would have shouted “stop” long ago. So now he licked with a certain pressure over the thin bar of her briefs, exactly above her cunt. It was already pouring a very comfortable smell towards him and he felt the fabric already accepted a certain moisture.
He continued to lick, with strong pressure on the tongue so that his massage was transferred to Fiorella’s cunt and then carefully pulled the fabric to the side with a index finger. Surprisingly, Fiorella’s hand came to help and put the panties aside. And now, finally finally, he had the full view of her pussy! Two light brown labia, an outstanding clit, moist shiny, perfectly shaped. “Mia fica!“Fierella breathed. “Lecca la mia fica”, and pulled her outer labia apart and presented Stephan her vaginal courtyard.
Stephan was in heaven. He licked, he sucked, he sucked. He knew he was good at it. He tickled her clitoris with the tip of the tongue, sucked it up and gnawed at it a little. It tasted heavenly. Fiorella made tones of pleasure, she became more and more damp, her voice and roughly rougher. She should regret that she hadn’t allowed sex with him long ago that she should feel what she had missed. He was so overjoyed and now he decided that there would be no half things.
Today would be the day when he would finally sleep with Fiorella. As he licked her cunt, he opened his pants and pulled her down to his knees. Then he slid over her, his face very close above her and beamed at her as he pushed his plump penis into the wet grotto. He looked her deep in the eyes, in her beautiful face and started pushing her.
He couldn’t believe it and she also looked at him very big. But she groaned “Si, Si” and grabbed him from behind in his ass cheeks, pressed him with every push. At that moment no one thought of a condom. It was the intimate moment they ever had and Stephan never wanted to get out of Fierella’s hot cunt again. And now he did what was strictly prohibited: he kissed her on his lips.
On their soft, hot lips. Fiorella braised. It wasn’t clear how she would react. Maybe she was fucked today. But kiss? on the mouth? Otherwise she was very very reserved. After a few moments she reacts, gave the kiss back, pushed her tongue out in his mouth and let her dance with his together. Now he had done it, now he had finally pulled her to his side. She kissed him with passion and groaned “Scopa Mi, Scopa Mi! Duro! Si, con IL TUO Cazzo Duro!”” Say it in German!“, He gasped.
“Say, fuck my horny cunt!“, He said the text in front of her. She pushed out under his bumps: “Yes, fuck my horny cunt!”” Say, I want your hard cock!“, He ordered. “Ahh, yes, si, si, I want your hard cock, fuck my horny cunt!”And” I want it hard, “she added herself. They had sex for a long time that night. At some point Fiorella also remembered that Stephan should look for a “Preservativo”.
And when Stephan lay on his back and rode Fiorella above him, he saw her beautiful breasts and her mysterious face in rapture, shining from the candle shimmer, at some point he let his pleasure run free and came with a very big eruption. Fiorella was ploped to the front and breathed heavily on his face. Kissing, they were still naked for a while, at some point she turned, nestled into his lap and fell asleep.
Stephan pulled off the condom, put a knot in, fired it next to the bed and slept -fierella in the poor holding – also. In the morning he knocked on her cunt with his cock from behind. And they loved each other sweaty and unwashed. Nothing had changed, the intimacy was still there. The kisses were damp and hot. Anyone who has ever experienced morning sex knows how intense it can be.
They also had sex for the next two days, as often as they could and wanted. In Stephan’s apartment on the floor, in the kitchen, in the shower, in the bathroom on the washing machine. Also outside, in the proverbial grain field and in the forest. In Stephan’s Citroen 2cv, which wobbled wonderfully. Stephan syringe so much condoms that the large pack was soon used up. But it was also, how can you say, intimately, but also very conventional. It was only pushed into the pussy.
It was only injected into the rubber. There was no sperm on the skin, there were no mess. Fiorella never wanted his cock, at least never asked for it, there was no blow and no mouth fuck, although Stephan himself constantly licked her pussy that he soon had a sore muscles in his tongue. In all the days, Fiorella often had his penis in himself, but never really saw it really. And Fiorella was constantly lustful, asked for more and harder bumps, but she was never, at least not obvious.
Time passed faster than Stephan was loved, but Fiorella had to go back to Munich after 2 days and he brought her to the train station. On the platform they kissed for a long time and only at the last moment he let go of her hand when the conductor whistled and the door closed. He still stood there and already waved and missed them. If that wasn’t love, what then? They had agreed that Stephan would soon visit them in Italy and actually regret that he hadn’t accompanied her right away.
He shouldn’t have let her go. That said in his feeling, and that there was something on it, he would notice later – and regret it. The following day he met Marion. He confessed her everything and ended the relationship. A little devil said to him that he should wait a little more and that she should fuck her again properly. But he was in love now and there are no half things. In addition, he almost had a broken penis, so his best piece had been claimed.
Unfortunately Marion looked very sexy that evening, but Stephan pulled it through. And Marion would quickly get back under the hood. She was a dirty little sex goddess and someone like that doesn’t stay alone for long. The next few days and weeks, Stephan and his Fiorella were repeatedly on the phone, in the evening when it was quiet. Initially they talked about their great days, then more and more common topics came in between. Fiorella was now back in Italy and Stephan announced his arrival.
In the next week he had no exams or important lectures. He felt that he would otherwise lose her if he would not be with her soon. She was looking for a job in Milan, alone in her parents’ city apartment and said he could go there. The anticipation grew on the long journey. When the train at Milano Central train station, it stood by the window and already searched the platform. He didn’t see her when he got out, there was also a lot going on.
So he walked along the head station and admired the monumental architecture. So directed upwards, he almost ran into her. First a “hello you” drew his attention to the platform. She stood in front of him with a smile. He wanted to kiss her, but she only turned his cheek, and so it came to the usual Italenian cheek kisses. She was happy and exuberant, but also strangely formal. With the metro they drove a few stations, strolled through pedestrian boulevards, hooked on the arms, and pulled his roller case behind him.
They made stop on a street cafe and looked at the Milan Cathedral. Stephan would like to be home to her immediately to tear her clothes off her body, but Fiorella didn’t seem to be in a hurry. She still showed him her impressive University of La Statale, where she had studied. They passed a place with all the flitters and dealers, a hustle and bustle. A woman in colorful dresses called and asked if they wanted to have an ‘oroscopo’, such a cute couple that she could read the future for them.
It wasn’t really Fiorella, but Stephan pulled her there, held his hand to the woman. She looked at the hand lines and frowned a little her forehead. “You will have a good life, happy and satisfied!“, She suddenly finished Stephan very quickly. But he wanted to know more: “And with this beautiful woman?“He asked, and pointed to Fiorella. The gypsy also briefly studied Fiorella’s hand, but shook her head and said, “No No, a circolo on the Linea di Venere.
Amore makes a lot of problem!“Nonsense, thought Stephan. That’s just a charlatanism! It was only in the early evening that they arrived in their city apartment, a chic attic with a terrace and a wonderful view over the Milanian Sea. Stephan went into the shower, he was quite sweaty, and Fiorella said that she would cook something delicious. Soon he was freshly showered and dressed in her kitchen and it smelled of Essen. After the inserted eggplant as a starter and pasta with Ragu as a dessert, Fiorella wanted to cover everything except for the wine glasses.
But Stephan approached her and hugged her, pulled her tightly and stroked her over her hair. “No,” she said and defended herself, “we have to talk!“Stephan looked at her in the spirit. Fiorella dealt quite cumbersome that she would have thought a lot, and that it would have no future with them. It was nice, but ultimately a mistake. “A mistake?“, Stephan asked stunned,“ you want to say that we made 100 times love was a mistake?”” Yes, it was nice, but I can’t imagine a future with you!“Stephan was deeply disappointed.
He pulled her back and wanted to kiss her, but she turned her face off. “You can’t do that! We loved each other!”” You imagined that, “she said rugged,” and you are not the right one for me!”” Are you back with someone else?“Asked Stephan surprised. “No, not firm!“Stephan didn’t know what that should mean. At least that was meant that she had continued sex with others. He was really angry.
For that he had put an end to Marion, the hot snail! He didn’t let go of Fiorella, stroked her ass and stretched a hand between her thighs. “Let’s talk about it later, now let’s fuck us first. Then we can discuss everything in peace!“His finger had already arrived between her thighs. She was wearing a knee -length skirt with a caroma pattern and a tight white roller. He had already pushed up the skirt and just lifted it up and put it on the dining table, it was so light! His fingers were already past her panties and massaged her clit.
Fiorella groaned breathed and said tentatively “No, not!“But her rough voice revealed her excitement. “At least let me lick you again at the end,” he pushed and broke her resistance. Now she spread her thighs, sitting on the edge of the table, and presented her cunt. With a tear he pulled her panties down and carelessly threw it onto the floor. She leaned backwards. Then he crouched in front of her, put her thighs over his shoulders and started licking her according to all the rules of art.
Fierella groaned horny. She massaged her nipples through the wool sweater a little, finally pulled it up over her head, slipped out, threw him on the floor too. Her tits looked perfectly in the black top bra, through the fabric she continued to massage her nipples. Stephan’s tongue danced over her bud and he sucked on it, licked it around until she stood out. Then he sucked again and put a finger in the wet cunt at the same time.
Then two. And he rammed properly with it and back. Fiorella pulled her labia apart and presented her horny cunt wide open to him. Now he pushed into her wet cave with three fingers from below, with his thumb he continued to massage her clitoris. He pulled her buttocks a bit further to the edge of the table and was able to put a finger on her little asshole. He had never been here.
But no matter, now everything didn’t matter. He now massaged her anus, her little brown Italian rosette as he continued to finger her cunt. Now he also let his tongue hike to her back exit and licked over it. Fiorella shuddered and trembled a little. The tongue massage on the anus caused the rosette to become wetter and opened up a little with a smacking noise again and again. Stephan let his tongue hike, he did not gave up, pushed her further and further until he was through the sphincter with his tongue.
Here he had his tongue dancing a little and gliding back and forth. He now fucked her in her crunchy ass – with his tongue. It only seemed like this, or had he never heard Fiorella so loudly groaning? Next he licked her clit again, but instead pushed a index finger in her ass instead of his tongue. It was so well moistened that he came in slightly. So it happened that he fucked the asshole to this Italian goddess.
So it went for a while and the anal treatment tied forella tremendously. Soon he had two fingers in her rectum until the stop. Where two go, three also fit in: but that was difficult, because her asshole was so tight. He only got the third finger in. But he kept the pressure on and always pressed back and forth. When he finally pulled his fingers out, some air followed and a few bubbles with liquid.
He licked everything with his tongue and pressed it back in. With his freely hands, he now opened his pants, pounded it down, as did the underpants. He now had a powerful erection. He rose and now pushed his cock against her rosette. With her cunt he wouldn’t be in today’s. With both hands he pulled out her rosette until the sphincter gave in and now pressed his cock directly against it.
“Dio Mio!“, Fiorella screamed,“ Mio Culo!”” Yes, your little asshole! I tear it up to you! I fuck it sore!“His cock was an iron hard and slowly drilled it on. He did not give in, so he slipped further. He withdrew somewhat halfway and then pushed further with a jerk. It was like in the vice. But Stephan was no longer in a mood for cuddling and softsex. He would now provide this ass! As with her first fuck, he was very close to her with his face, but today he did not beam her in love, but gasped her with a merciless look.
When he continued his cock with a jerk, Fierella cried out. “No no, Molto Grosso, too thick!” “Yes!”, He laughed in a vigorously,” he’s fat, my fat. And I’m posting with it now. “But it was really sooo tight. His veins emerged from the penis shadows. He spat on his hand and continued to moisten his drill. So he finally got into it entirely. Now break now. Briefly wait. Still a break.
He enjoyed the moment to be in it completely and nothing to do. He breathed heavily on her face. It was no longer possible to think about gentle kisses. … With his hands he pulled her cheek apart. Buried his fingers in it. Then he started. Back and forth. First in small bumps, then keep it out and back in completely. Then faster. Fiorella made “uhhhhh!”. Stephan accelerated the pace. Today he would not leave her ass, he did that.
Stephan loved anal sex. But he had never experienced it so tight and violently. At Marion it was easy to penetrate her asshole. He was often relaxed between her cunt and her ass. Easy. But this was the ass of a virgin. An anal untouched Madonna, quasi. But he would only leave her if she could no longer hold a intestinal letting. And so he pushed too. Firmly. It was the fuck of his life.
He leaned over them. Spat on her face and stabbed the saliva in it. He took her throat and let her drip more saliva from his tongue on her face, spat again. She tried to avoid the dining table backwards, slip away, but he just climbed on it, she lay flat on her back, he lifted her thighs so far that the legs were lying down next to her face and continued to fuck the little asshole. “Stay lying, you sow, I’ll fuck you sore!“Stephan was incredibly horny, like in a trance.
He tore down her bra and tricked into her brown nipples, he licked it greedily and bit slightly too. Now he knew from the first day when he found her photo in the envelope, he had wanted that. And today it was time. Around Fiorella the dishes wiggled on the table, a bowl had crashed down the edge and broken. Stephan took a half full wine glass and tipped it over her tits to continue sucking them.
He threw the glass behind him. Who can say how long he nailed her? He lost time. At some point he pulled out briefly and admired her gaping hole. His penis was plump and almost livide discolored. He let go of her thighs, Fiorella was finally able to free himself from the position, to get his legs back completely back. She stretched her and Stephan said “Turn around”. She is now renting on the table, but Stephan put on her pelvis so that her ass protruded to the top.
Then he climbed completely on the table, let herself dropped over her and swept his cock again to her asshole. It was half open, ready for him. He clawed in both ass cheeks and started to fuck her from behind in her sphincter. He further distributes her blows with his flat hand on your ass cheeks. As he took part, he pulled her on his hair, her head back, pressed her throat.
He breathed in her and gnawed her earlobe. “Today you get it hard! No flower sex! But you want it hard, or?“Fierella gasped“ Yes, make me hard, you brutal guy, you German fucker!“According to these words, Stephan came across the climax like a huge wave. She rolled over him. He didn’t have to do anything anymore. Stopped fucking and pumping sperm into her rectum. Several bumps, one after the other.
He continued in the intestine and broke out over her exhausted. After a while the lifting member slid out of it. Fierella was also ready. They lay on the dining table and breathed heavily. At some point she got up and said “comma!”. She pulled him to the bedroom steadily, left everything as it was as it was. She banged into bed naked and turned on the side. Stephan let himself be plumed behind her and after a while both fell asleep exhausted.
Stephan woke up around 5 a.m. It was a little bit of dawn. He thought of yesterday’s evening and immediately became awesome. His cock came up. As was probably the case with Fiorella’s asshole? He let his hand slide between her buttocks and noticed that it was still a bit damp. It also had to spill down a whole bucket of sperm in there. He spat on his hand and jerked his cock wet.
Then he crowded from behind and pressed his hard spanking against her rosette in a targeted manner. Fiorella woke up, and before she could really react, Stephan was already in her in her. Of course. Fiorella was overrun and groaned up first. Then she continued to moan, but no longer frightened, but rather horny, pressed her ass towards him. And now slipped, smacked and slapped it enormously when he was re -fucking them.
It was also a bit of resistance today, but much easier than yesterday. No wonder, since he had stretched her ass Nonstop for an hour in the evening. When he pulled out his cock a little, a curtain of whitish ass sauce, mainly sperm, came out. It slipped and smoke really cool with every push. He pulled out his cock very briefly and saw how the white sauce flowed out of her asshole. He put two fingers in her and fished out a lot of it.
He smelled it, it was really horny, tough cum with ass taste. As he sank his spanking in her ass again, he kept his finger in front of her face, pulled the mucus threads apart between her fingers and then stroked her on her lips. Fiorella licked her off. He put the two glittering fingers in her mouth and started fucking her tongue. That was very dirty and Stephan was extremely cool. Again he pulled his cock out of Fiorella’s asshole and again he fished a handful of sperm chunk with two fingers out of her ass.
He held his fingers on her lips and let the broth drip on it. There were some white cloaks on her face. With lust he kissed them now and they played with their tongues, distributed the sperm back and forth. At the same time he fucked her back in the ass. Fiorella moaned. She was much more heated and louder than with her previous conventional sex. Stephan didn’t feel like it anymore. He wanted it now perverse.
The duvet had long been trampled away. Stephan clawed into an ass cheek and tore her right open her channel. He wanted to see his own cock, who pushed himself into her asshole. His cock was so slimy, full of white glits, which lubricated around it like a mucous coat. It smacked with every push. However: Stephan felt that it was time for his morning business. Although his cock was hard like steel, a little piss drilled her way through the urethra and emptied into Fierella’s rectum.
Actually he wanted to hold it back and interrupt it again, but he couldn’t. After a few moments he gave up the fight and just let it run. “Ahhh, fuck, I’ll piss into your ass,” he shouted, leaning to her face and hissing her. “Are you my piss hole?” “Yes Yes Yes!“, She gasped. “Are you a little horny dirty sow?”” Yes, I’m a dirty sow! Fuck me in the ass!”” Should I use you like a hooker?”” Yes, yes, yes, just use me!“With slight movements and back movements, he tried to maintain the erection.
Pretty much at the end of his morning business he pulled out his cock. And now: wow! Bubbled the broth out of her ass onto the bed and formed a laugh. And he pissed out the rest, tried to aim at her rosette, but moved his cock so that he also aimed at her ass and thighs. Finally he was able to interrupt the ray with difficulty. However, a lot had happened. He jerked his stand and pushed back into where he belonged.
The rippling brook piss, which emptied from its rosette. When the plug was in there, it was tight. Stephan was completely confused! He had pissed the woman he loved in and on his ass. How could he do that? What did that have to do with love? First doubts came up. He loved her at all? She had hurt him very much yesterday! He wouldn’t be the right one for her, she said. Since then he had actually lost affection and only saw it as a horny piece of fuck meat.
Had torn her ass opened her and pumped her up with sperm. And now with piss. She hadn’t deserved it otherwise. Always made sacred. But ultimately she was just a fuck mare with three holes. Three holes? Yes, what was your third hole? Your sweet mouth with the soft lips! Which one was only allowed to kiss when true love was in the game! Ultimately, that was just a cunt that should be fucked.
Fiorella was very passive right now. Certainly let himself be fucked in the ass for an hour and groaned, and hadn’t fought back when it was wet around her. Stephan pulled his penis out of her dirty asshole. Now it was time for the Grande Finale. His mucus would now pay a visit to her oral cavity. He pulled her closer to him and pulled her head so that he hung something over the bed edge.
He stood in front of it and stroked his lips here with his cock. Mucus dripped onto her nose. He put his glued sack on her lips and rubbed it on it. Then he leaned forward, got a little knee and pressed his cock firmly against her mouth. He pushed into her oral cavity and waited a bit. “Occise the mouth!“, He ordered. Then he continued to push the tail until he was about half of it.
Fiorella licked over it with her tongue. He was already plenty of moist and wet, and there was a lot to suck out. Now Stephan knelt onto the edge of the bed and thus leaned even further. He slowly pushed his tail into. Fierella made shattered noise, wanted to turn the face away aside. But now Stephan reached behind with both hands and straightened her head straight again. With index finger and thumb of both hands, he grabbed her oral cavity on the side and pressed his teeth apart.
In addition to his fingers, he started fucking the mouth. Always deep in that his sack clapped on her nose. With the other three fingers of each hand he pulled her head up. That was incredibly intense and he wouldn’t keep it long. Fiorealla probably not either, because so she could breathe badly. After 10 hard bumps, he pulled out his cock for a short break. There was a lot of mucus out of her mouth into her hair.
She wheezed and coughed. He had her briefly paused, then he repeated the process. 10 times until the stop hammered in. Next time, Fiorella snapped so much and had such a bubbling breath that he was sure that mucus had also penetrated into her air cavity. It took it for her to rage again. For a while he let his cock float over her face like a damp, fat Damocles sword and further banned further.
He had now let go of her head and had come to her asshole with his hands. He started licking her cunt, at the same time he put two fingers into her rosette by each hand and stretched her. It flowed out piss with white spermaclicks. He took a handful and clapped it back over the face. Then again, caught the broth with one hand and rubbed it over his cock. He now lowered the slippery spank.
In fact, he felt her tongue on his glans. She wanted the tail! If he had known that how dirty you could do with her! As soon as she licked his glans a few times, he reduced his cock deeply in her throat like a paste and ram her suppositories. At the same time her cunt licked and four fingers in her ass, yes, he tried to push her in a whole hand. Didn’t go, so four fingers in the ass and one in the cunt! And this time he did not redeem them after 10 bumps.
He just continued as deep as he could. Fiorella suddenly became fidgety, tasted. Probably not enough air came over the nose. But then he noticed that she reared up and tightened and groaned, she blew the nostrils like a horse. she came! For the first time. She gasped with a wide torn mouth. He simply put his cock in her throat and felt her wild breaths on his shaft. She came over at least one minute.
Suddenly fluid injected out of her cunt that everything got even wet. So that was what she needed to come! It had to be used like a dirty hooker. It had to be perverted. The innocent Italian girl! Came just, they were abused as a piss and sparrow hole and her throat fucked her. When the Stephan became clear, it also came across him. Now he just sprayed into her orgasm. Gave his cock a few more fucking and gotten a lot into her throat.
He shouted out loud. Both screamed together. It was only when he had stopped pumping that he pulled it out very slowly. Fiorella was like in a trance, no longer with consciousness. The face behind and to the side. Her mouth was open and sperm ran out, on her face, following gravity in her hair. She had come so violently that she fainted. Stephan stood and shook his cock over her face.
It looked extremely cool. The girl was totally deranged. Then he considered that he had tired his morning piss with hard and need. He had to wait a little bit for his penis to relax. Then he let a beam run out for 10 seconds, on her tits, her face and her hair. It was such a horny picture. Nowadays you would of course have filmed all of this and quickly made a few revenge photos, everything would have uploaded to Xhamster.
But back then there were no cell phones with a photo function. And no Xhamster yet. And so Stephan simply shaped the picture. He would never forget it. Then Stephan went into the shower, set fresh and grabbed his bag. He went into the kitchen again, where the chaos of the evening before standing around, broken plates on the floor, the table devastated and its clothes distributed over the floor. He took a sip of milk directly from the bag.
Suddenly Fiorella stood a little ashamed in the door. Totally broken and spilling, glued by piss and sperm. “What are you doing? Do you want to go?”” Sure, “said Stephan. “What should I do here, I’m not the right one for you!” “Please stay!“, Fiorella,“ You are my best friend!“And a little quieter after“ And I had never had an orgasm beforehand!”” Well, you are obviously very disturbed, maybe you should go on the grain!”” What does that mean, go on the grain?“Asked Fiorella.
“Doesn’t matter. You don’t need someone who loves you, but one who treats you like dirt like dirt. But you are quite good in that too. Maybe you will find such an asshole. But I doubt that you will be happy. “He turned to the door and said spitically“ Wash yourself, you really look like a hooker!“, Went out and let her fall behind her. He got a nice day in Milan and took the train back to Germany in the afternoon.
He looked into the future very hopefully. He had loosened from all old ballast and would now dare new adventures. He would certainly hit the right one. Now, in the middle of his life, Stephan kept thinking back on these days. It had been extremely cool, that was certain. He had never heard of Fiorella again. He had also not found it on Google or Facebook. She had probably married and had a different name now.
In fact, a little, cozy voice of jealousy said: “Hopefully she never had an orgasm again!“But that was really nasty and he regretted it right away. Should she be happy. He had become it too.
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