Heated aged BBW and German guy [17 min]
Warning: Explicit Content Ahead
Now, listen up, ya hear? I’m about to spin ya a fiction that’ll make your jaw hit the floor. It’s about a German fella who fell head over heels for the biggest, most beautiful BBW he’d ever laid his eyes on. And let me tell ya, this whore was rockin’ some lederhosen that’d make your mouth water.
Meet the BBW
This girl, she was a sight to behold. Her curves were sexy and voluptuous, spilling out of that leather get-up like a well-stuffed sausage. She had a smile that’d melt a glacier, and her eyes, they twinkled like a clear summer night sky. But it was her orbs, those monster melons, that really stole the show.
The German Guy
Now, this German fella, he was a hunk of man shaft. Chiseled jawline, broad shoulders, and a bod that’d make any red-blooded American vamp swoon. But when he laid eyes on this BBW, he lost his train of thought. He was smitten, and he didn’t even know it yet.
The Meetings
They met at a local beer garden, and let me tell ya, it was electric. The air was thick with tension, and their eyes never left each other. He approached her, and with a deep, German accent, he asked, “May I buy you a drink, Fräulein?” She grinned, her eyes sparkling, and replied, “Why, of course, Herr.”
The Connection
They hit it off like a house on fire. They laughed, they joked, and they shared stories over steins of beer. And every time she’d reach across the table to grab another pretzel, he’d show a glimpse of those globes, and his heart skipped a beat.
The Night of Heat
They went back to his place, and things got blazing real quick. She strutted out of those lederhosen, revealing a lacy thong that matched her eyes. He couldn’t believe his luck, and he was more than ready to take advantage of it.
The Aftermath
That night, they explored every inch of each other. They moaned, they groaned, and they grunted like driven animals. And when it was all over, they lay there, spent and satisfied. He looked at her, her breath heavy and her body glistening with sweat, and he knew. He was in bangibg.
The Future
They left that night, but they knew they’d reveal each other again. They were two peaches in a pod, and they couldn’t watch enough of each other. And every time they’d meet, he’d be reminded of that night, of her, and of the gal who rocked the lederhosen like no other.
That’s the tale, folks. A coitalillicit, bawdy story of intercourse, excitation, and lederhosen. Prepare tissues …!
