Stella Maris Hot Holidays 1: Train Trainings
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Stella Maris Hot Holidays 1: Train TrainingsSTELLA MARIS’ FIRST LOVELY LONG SEXY SUMMER HOT HOLIDAY IS AT CORSICA, OFTEN FULL NUDEStella Maris outsmarts her folks, who still provide the rent for her student room, while she has actually already moved in with her first serious steady boyfriend. Who takes his time to teach her all he knows from earlier erotic experiences. Stella Maris actually cancels her up-town apartment near the old (from 1928) Olympic Stadium in Amsterdam-South, several months earlier. As she spends most nights anyway in their big bed. Right under the ceiling of her lover’s small place in a student block. It is in the re-built former Jewish quarter of old town, at the right banks of the name-giving river Amstel.Stella Maris soon adapts to the casual style of those mostly a bit elder students. Over twenty people live in the only eighteen small rooms on the southern seventh and top-floor of the student block. Which offers little privacy, as they share showers and bath-rooms. But also the best view from their big kitchen and balcony. Over almost all of old-town, where houses have four to five floors only. Stella Maris feels she really made it in her first year of studies in Amsterdam. She develops so fast. From a shy girl from the countryside in the east of the Netherlands… Into an intriguing as interesting blonde ballet beauty, who happens to officially study pedagogy at the University of Amsterdam. Stella Maris thus secretly saves some money for a sexy Summer hot holiday. Somewhere up south of Europe. With guaranteed warm weather every day. As she longs to cure for good from an inflammation she incurred in Winter. So, she chooses Corsica, in the furthest South of France. As French is a language they both love. As much as the french frivolic erotic courting culture of sensual smiles … And always some sweet seduction … Everywhere a yummy young, slender sensual, tender canlı bahis tall tasty teen, lovely long-legged, beautiful blonde baby, sets some steps. She really looks forward to feel she is eaten by most male eyes, who watch her walk by.STELLA MARIS IS MUCH HOTTER ON HOLIDAY THAN IN TIMES OF STUDIES, SHE STARTS SO SOONStella Maris is so sensual, scantily clad in a white see-through thin cotton summer dress, right from the start of our trip. We write the year of 1977. She is still a teen, for the coming half year. She takes the single seat at the window, with me next to her. It is chilly in the early morning slow train to Paris. Where we want to take the TGV to Marseille. Stella Maris is happy how Peter provides her with a plaid to warm her up. It provides, as well as warmth, a perfect pervert cover for his fingers fondly fondling her furry fanny. For her very first public orgasm. Even before they reach the Belgian border.Stella Maris unbottons the two on top, to offer him a good view on her hot fine firm teen tits. Beautiful big B-cup breasts. She succeeds in seducing him into giving her another orgasm, while we roll through Franders between Antwerp and Brussels. And a second one in French-speaking part, before our stop in Lille. She eagerly waits for the french passport police to pass. As she longs to dive with her hands and head under our plaid. To milk my member till I come creaming – and silently screaming – in her hungry mouth.STELLA MARIS ENORMOUSLY ENJOYS FEW FUNNY FOXY HOT HOURS, AT MY LAP IN A PARIS’ PARK Stella Maris is happy with our few hours off, in a park in Paris. To stretch her long legs after sitting still for some six hours. Weather warmer than that morning earlier in Amsterdam. We enjoy some sunshine, sitting at a bench with our secret ‘sweet smelling’ smoke with weed from our balcony … Which only makes us even more horny! Stella Maris loves to submit now to any nice bahis siteleri new naughty intriguing idea of me. As she left all study stress in Amsterdam. And is finally open for foxy fantasies and any erotic experients… She sits at my lap, when I whisper:6″Sweetheart, take off your slip, please. I want to know how hot you smell, after first leg of our tasty trip!” Stella Maris smiles to me. She stands up, lifts her dress, so I can admire her boyish bums, before she obeys. Stella Maris stuffs it – after she lets me sniff once at the wet drops in the middle – as a ‘pochette’ in my summer light blue stone-washed jeans jacket. Smart girl, providing ‘cunt perfume’ cover, for our small ‘hash stash’ there!Stella Maris takes another look around, just to be sure… She quickly unzips my fly and mounts my member in reverse cowgirl style. She rides me raw & roughly till she feels me squirt my cream & white-wash her wet warm wanton womb. She crawls up comfortably, a few hours later, when we finally board the night train down South.She falls for most of the night into the arms of Morpheus, almost as if she is a baby again… She softly sucks at my brown bent banana, before falling as!eep… She seems to do ‘dirty dreams’ every half an hour, when she intensifies at times sweet sucking at my manhood. She is unaware, how I try to steer her hot dirty dreams in the directions I like… By secretly entering one or two fingers in either her vulva, or her virgin vintage tight teen sexy sphincter. I hope to prepare her mentally for a first anal. She postpones it, for all of our year together. Too shy to admit, she is afraid it might terrible hurt her for days to come. After she hears horror-stories about that from her best girlfriend. After a long night talking interesting intimities over a few bottles of the best ‘confession’ red wines.STELLA MARIS COUNT OF COMES IS UP A DOZEN, BEFORE WE BOARD THE BOAT TO bahis şirketleri CORSICA Stella Maris feels fresh energy next morning, when she wakes up half an hour before ‘Gare St. George’ near ‘Vieux Port’ in Marseille. We have most of the day for some sight-seeing. We skip any cathedrals and musea, as the weather is too nice to miss. So soon we sit again at a bench together. This time with a view over the blue bay beyond old harbour. Where we will later embark the ferry for the night trip to the most southern town of Corsica: Ajaccio. Where we will start our round trip of six or seven weeks around all island. As long as our money might last. For food & drinks mainly. As hitch-hiking with a lovely looking blonde beauty is the best, fastest and most affordable way of travel those long and winding roads along the coasts of Corsica.Stella Maris seduces me there, on the top of those rocks facing the statue of Saint Mary, which guards vessels from far into Marseille old harbour. Stella Maris pleads at Peter to be her hot hairy hippie galant gentleman. She makes explicit what she means: “I grew up as a Catholic girl, praying every day to Holy Mary. You are only a pagan. Who drinks ‘B!oody Mary’s! That is first reason. The second is, that I need the sight of Mother Mary and the deep blue sea more than you. Thirdly, I want you to host me as your cowgirl now!Conclusion: Please turn around at our bench and let me mount your magic mushroom, big banana. Got grown so big, I feel it all along my sexy slit through this thin summer dress.” Providing me perfect love logics in lyrics, I can only obey… My only revenge on my love Stella Maris, for her riding me in awesome ‘abuse’, is my little finger, which I semi-permanently park up her maiden arse. As a long-term investment for our foxy future. We intend to continue till tale, with the trip by boat to Ajaccio and the beginning of our roaming rest of the island.We warmly well-come comments and ‘likes’ of our dedicated dear readership, to encourage a continuation soon.We claim COPYRIGHT: Prof. Peter POET, ‘Experimental Erotics International Institute’, Amsterdam Mo 30-4-18
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