Walking through the bustling main strip at night here is always a heart-pounding adventure and a treat for all five of a man’s senses. You’ve got the noisy honking trikes, roadside vendors selling all kinds of stuff, blinking neon lights, horny foreign guys on their way to & from the bars and GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS everywhere!
One lean and wiry looking young gal caught my eye from across the street as she was bristling about somewhere. Her slim, tight-looking torso and long, limber legs were quite the enchanting sight to behold from where I was standing so I needed a closer look. As I kept pace behind, her sharp posture implied she sensed my stalking maneuvers, not unlike a young Springbock alerted by the rustling of nearby grass.
I caught up and tapped her on the shoulder. Wow, she was even cuter and more delightful up-close! Her name was Altea and she had these braces which looked so cute on her it was irresistible. She claimed to be out shopping so I saw that as my opening and asked if I could shop with her. She wanted shoes so we stopped by a small open-front store there with women’s footwear. For those foot-fetish guys out there, you may enjoy watching her try on a few different pairs of sexy high heels before settling on one.
Where I come from, a modest pair of heels is a small price to pay for enjoying the nighttime company of such a celestial young seraph the likes of Altea. When we got to my hotel room she was brimming with life and spirit; just an absolute doll to be around. She asked if she could shower and I jokingly mentioned joining her. To my surprise, she was like “Sure, why not?” I’m pretty sure my cock was already hard at this point.
So she gets naked and I start seeing the light of heaven shining down. Her body was out of this World hot! I mean it was so lean and supple; it just created a lump in my throat as she bestowed it before me. After enjoying every drop of our shower together, we came out and toweled off together, before Altea knelt down to lap heavily at my balls and patiently awaiting pecker.
Finally squirming my dick into her mouse’s ear was like finding true religion. The pressure in which Altea’s steamy little box gripped around my pulsing cock was like that of a fully-grown Gorilla’s handshake. Have you ever shaken hands with a Silverback? Try it sometime and you’ll have just an inkling of an idea about how it felt being inside this girl’s pussy.
Make no mistake about it, Altea, despite her cherub-like appearance, was no angel. Along with her tattoos, tongue-piercing and turquoise nail polish, she had all the right moves—-and sounds—-in bed. She writhed and moaned uninhibitedly as I thrashed away at her fleshy, womanly innards.
When it came time for me to spew, she waited obediently with her mouth open like a baby sparrow awaiting its mother’s upchuck for nourishment. There was no flinching or cum-dodging whatsoever; this girl knew how to receive her company’s graces and was a fitting end for a siren so slim, cute and sexy, she must’ve been heaven sent!