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Thunderstorm of lust … summer! A nice season. I take a walk through the forest. Alone. Has to get the head free. Something always helps. It’s pretty humid. Will probably give a thunderstorm soon. But I don’t care. I love thunderstorms. A great natural spectacle!There is the witch tower at the front. Just up the hill. It is an old water tower, composed of various stones and fragments of wall decorations from the Middle Ages. [/url] [/img] I climb the stairs and look over the edge.
It’s a beautiful view. You look over the river to the southeast. To the northeast to a horse pasture at the foot of the hill. There is also a dandruff. When I look in the direction of look, I see the path down the hill. On the left of it a meadow and a small duck pond. Some people are on the ways. I also see two young women. About 20 – 25 years old. One brunette, the other had flowing, red hair.
As far as I can see from here is the brunette south -wing. Tanned skin. She wears a white summer dress with spaghetti straps, a bright neckerchief and white sandals. The redhead wears a turquoise, short skirt, similar to that of tennis players and a belly -free white top. It grumbles from a distance. I try to recognize something in the direction of the grumbling through the treetops. It came from the West and moves closely towards me.
And pretty fast!The first drops fall, it grumbles louder. It doesn’t matter to me. I enjoy the wind that the grumbling brings with it. The rain becomes stronger. It flashes! I instinctively count the seconds. 8.9. 10,11,12,13… Rumms! A little more than four kilometers away. I see how the women run off and move in my direction. Large raindrops are now falling more often. You come up the way. Suddenly the redhead stumbles, falls and screams: “Aua! My cook.
“I whiz down the stairs of the tower and towards them. The redhead sits there and rubs the right ankle. Her friend crouches in front of her. I hear how she asks: “Katja! Everything OK? Can you walk?“Katja (!) replies: “I don’t know. It hurts pretty. “I finally reach the two. I notice something on the side that both are very pretty. And a fragrance hovers towards me that I would see on 500km in the tailwind. Jil Sander “Sun”.
“Is everything ok? Did you hurt yourself?“, I ask Katja. She looks at me a little shy;,Wow! Green eyes’, I think so with myself. Her girlfriend replies for her: “She stumbled down and may have bridged her ankle. We wanted to go up to the tower to stand under. “” But you won’t be lucky. “, I reply:” … it is open at the top. No chance to stay dry there. “”And now?“, Asks Katja. I replace: “Behind the hill is a horse pasture with a shed.
There we can put ourselves at. When I support you, Katja … “,” How do you know my name from?“, She interrupts me. “Your girlfriend just called you that. I heard it. Sorry. My name is Manuel. “, I answer. “But now that if I support you, you think you can make it until then? There are about 300m from here. “The rain is getting stronger and it flashes more and more often. I count again in my mind;lightning..1,2,3,4,5… Rumms! Less than two kilometers.
“I think that works. “, Says Katja. I help her up, stand on her right side, put her arm around my neck and mine around her waist. She wears the “Sun”. “And what is your name?“, I ask the brunette. “Marissa. “, She birts. “So good Marissa. Stand on the other side and keep Katja a little supported when we start now. We have to hurry a little. When thunderstorms, we shouldn’t necessarily be under the trees.
“So we’re going. It works quite well. Now it rains really thick drops. My shoulders and hair are already wet. The wind freshens. A bright flash and just a violent thunderbill shortly afterwards. ‘It has struck somewhere. ‘, I think while we reach the pasture fence. Since there is no gate here, I will change the next post and we climb over it. Still about 50m. Suddenly a violent flow rain rushes down. In a few seconds we are all wet to the skin.
Finally we reach the scales. What luck. No lock in front of the door. I open them and we scurry in. Finally in the dry. At the back right of the corner, straw bales are stacked like a large trepe. There Marissa and I take off Katja. Marissa sits next to her. There are two undetermined windows in the dandruff. It storms right outside now and it flashes and thunders like crazy. The wind also rushes into the scales.
But at least the rain does not reach us. “Here we are sure first. “I say to the two of them and look at them for the first time now. You are completely soaked. And surprised and somewhat amused, I find that Marissa no underwear and Katja none bra carries. The two are breathtakingly beautiful. Well -shaped, solid breasts. I initially shake the thought and address Marissa. “Could I get your neckerchief?” “For what?”, ask her.
“Katja Knöchel is probably sprained. That has to be cooled. Your cloth is well suited for this. If I hold it in the rain and we bind it around the ankle, it may help a little. “Without no further ask, she takes it off, her dress tenses over my chest and I have to look involuntarily. She notices my gaze and grins. I notice how I blush and look aside when she gives me the cloth.
I hold the cloth out of the window until it is completely soaked and then go to Katja. The two smile about anything. I kneel in front of Katja and she puts her damaged foot a little higher. Your tennis skirt slips a bit high. I have to swallow, pitch briefly, because she also does not wear panties. I clearly see her smooth shaved, rosy plum. And something stimulates me. The whole thing only took a fraction of a second and I shake it off, but Katja giggles while I clumsy her the ankle.
“Do you like what you see?“Meanwhile, Katja asks and both giggles a little louder. “Um, what?“, I ask as if I haven’t understood her. Then Marissa: “So your little friend seems to like it, as he grew in the few seconds. “Both laugh. Marissa hugs Katja as if they were conspiring. Since I have nothing to lose, I confidently say: “Which guy wouldn’t like that?“Suddenly Marissa opens her thighs and I look directly into her lap.
Wow! It is partially shaved. A small triangle stands on your Venus hill, which is formed from three narrow, above other “vs”. Suddenly Katja strokes with her left hand over Marissa’s right inner leg. I still can’t believe that this is happening;Get myself in my thoughts. Marissajieber Katja’s top up and releases her irresistibly sweet apples. Both smile mischievously while Marissa massages Katja’s breasts. Then the two kiss. First tentative and tender on your lips, then your mouths open lightly and you playfully tongue together.
Katja’s hand has reached Marissa’s depth of the lap and she caresses her sweet labia. Then she pulls apart and ring finger apart and dives her middle finger into her pleasure column. Marissa sighs. Now she also lets her hand slide deeper and caressed Katja’s sweet fruit with two Finger, while the two kiss more and more intensely and passionate. I stand there, watch this incredibly exciting spectacle, and my hand wanders into my pants by itself and I stroke myself.
Marissa sees it, loosens from Katja’s kisses and interprets me with the attracting pointer finger to come closer. As I go to the two of them, Katja pulls out the top and opens her skirt. Then, before I reach the two sweet seducers, Katja crouches in front of Marissa and pushes her dress over her head, folds it together and puts it under Marissa’s butt so that the straw does not be so young. Then she suddenly touches in Marissa’s lap and spoils her wet lust with her tongue.
Marissa pulls me to her, pulls out my shirt, opens my pants and overwhelm my throbbing tail From the narrow. “What have we here? Are you a big bad boy. “She jokes and grabs my piston firmly with my right hand. She leans aside and touches my testicles with her tip of the tongue and lets it slide up the shaft to the glans. She breathes heavily under Katja’s tongue game.
Then she takes my pleasure between her lips and sucks it like a big lolly. Katja drops off Marissa and both crouch in front of me. Now two tongues slide along my cock and alternately take it in your mouth. Marissa grabs my butcher with one hand and kneads while Katja massages my testicles. I glide into a wave of unrestrictive lust. She suck and suck my spanking as if there was no more tomorrow.
Then Katja lets off, a row of bales is higher and spreads the thighs far. Now Marissa also lets go and leans over Katja’s wet cunt and licks her sensually passionately. In doing so, she stretches her downside. So I stand behind her and enter her hot, wet lust cavity. She groans: “Ooooh Jaaa. That feels good. Fuck me really hard. ” Said and done. I push too. Firm and quick.
I grab their hard clit with one hand around their waist and scratch their hard clit. I ram my comedy pier into her ever more firmly and faster. She groans louder. Almost screams, but Katja presses Marissa’s head firmly into her lap with both hands. She shrugs every time Marissa nibbles her clit. We all three moans in extase. Marissa loosens from Katja and me. Knish himself in front of me and sucks my even harder and bigger tail deep into her throat.
Katja is added and sucks my testicles alternately gently between her soft lips. I almost lose the mind. Again we change the positions. The two press me back onto the straw balls. They climb onto the bales, Katja above my pelvis and Marissa over my face. The two kiss passionately and knead each other their fantastically beautiful breasts. They keep going to their knees until Katja has taken my pleasure into their dripping column and Marissa sits directly on my face.
Katja rides me like a wild deck while Marissa lets her pelvis circle over my tongue. I dive my tongue deep into her wet lust and lick it with relish, suck tightly on your clit. She screams in a violent orgasm. I feel how your cunt juice flows out of me. Katja also explodes at a huge highlight immediately. Then both let off from me, pull me back onto the Legs, kneel in front of me and start again with an indescribably lustful tongue game.
Substantively, they suck my glowing cock and my testicles. I fire her: “Yeahaaah. I really suck out. “Then the two:“ Spray us everything in the face, sweeter. “Then it doesn’t take long anymore. Your tongues transform my rod into a cannon tube. “I’m coming!“I moan. “Yeah! Give us everything, ”says Marissa. They loosen something from me, put their heads together, open their sweet mouths and stretch their tongue out while each with one hand jerked my piston.
Then the time has come. I explode in a megefy orgasm and inject everything into your deep throats and on your faces. Both jerk off Always keep and I inject 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 times the giant load in their sweet necks. “Wow! That’s a real shower!“Katja moans. Both still play with their spicy warm with their tongues in their mouths sperm, Then they swallow everything and lick each other’s faces clean, then my cock.
Then both get up and sit on the straw bales. “Just look! The thunderstorm is over. “Katja states a little breathlessly. “Thank you for saving us from the rain and helping Katja. “, Says Marissa. “We’ll start again. It gets dark soon. “Before that, Katja asks me for my number with the mischievous words:“ If we need a savior again. You were great, Manuel. “Then we leave the dandruff, go to the tower together and say goodbye to each other there.
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