Her name is Venezia Martinez and, like me, she's twenty-three years old. We met on an online hookup site that caters exclusively to those who take their sex lives seriously. We have no interests in selfish sextivities, ignorant or dishonest sexual experiences, or foolish practices. With that being said, I have had quite the number of mind-blowing acquaintances. But when it comes to Venezia, I get the feeling she'll be more than just a fun acquaintance.
Perhaps it's because our profiles match so perfectly. She's a thick, tight piece of pure passionate Venezuelan pussy, and I'm the serene, girthy nine-inch piece of cocoalate she craves. She has the perkiest thirty-two C cup tits that stand out above her perfectly curvy thirty-two -- twenty-four -- thirty-six figure, and I spend hours a day working out to keep my ripped muscles bulging through my satin smooth skin.
She likes sucking dick just as much as having an expert licking her pussy, and I can't go a single day without drinking as much pussy juice as possible. She loves multiple orgasms in multiple positions, and I love feeling girls' pussies quivering on my dick every kind of way possible. But more importantly, we are both overly affectionate and willingly lose ourselves in wave after wave of pure orgasmic pleasure.
With all of these perfectly matching urges, we finally decide to meet in person. So, I fly all the way to Caracas, the capital city of Venezuela, to have a nice, exotic dinner at her favorite restaurant. I am currently sitting at the best table they have, overlooking a stunning city view. As the waitress brings me a bottle of their most exotic sparkling, the entire room seems to get quiet.
I look over at the entrance and see Venezia walking over to the hostess' podium. She is pointed in my direction, and our eyes lock for the first time. We've been waiting for this moment for months, just so that we can fuck the living hell out of each other; and for the few seconds we've been staring into each other's eyes, it only ensures both of us that the sex to come will be of mythical proportions.
She tosses her hair back and begins the greatest 'I wanna get fucked hard' walk I have ever seen. As she gets over to the table, I stand up and pull her towards me for a very personal hug so that I can feel how soft and tight her body is. While enjoying the soft, youthfulness of her ass, I feel her hands slide down to the front of my pants and she gets two hands full of my bulging hard dick. We squeeze each other so vigorously that we both groan into each other's mouths as we kiss for the first time.
Again, the thoughts of our future fucking courses through my mind as her tongue slides into my mouth. I slowly pull away, remembering we were in the middle of a crowded restaurant that probably wouldn't want us breaking all the furniture with our 'first encounter fuckfest'. But don't get me wrong, both of our profiles clearly display our love of fucking in very public places in front of absolute strangers.
We both sit down and smile at each other after looking around at all the whispering faces, no doubt talking about our graphic display of affection. I pour her a glass of sparkling, and we enjoy each other's company while talking about how beautiful the view is. Talking about just the view seems odd to me until she says something more along the lines of our previous conversations.
"I would love to have you bend me over this table, facing the city, and fuck me so hard that I pull the tiles off the floor with my toes."
I look over and see the fiery yearning in her eyes and know she's serious. I grin at her before finishing off my glass of sparkling and lean back to give her a full view of my upper torso. I can see her eyes following the shape of my body, and she grins as she realizes I'm doing to same to hers. After a minute of admiring her body tightly wrapped in a bright yellow dress that contrast her sweet brown sugar skin tone perfectly, I am able to respond to her invitation.
"Well, seeing as how this is only the place we chose to meet, and neither of us is hungry for any of the restaurant's food, I think bending you over and making you scream until your throat is sore sounds far more, appropriate."
She licks her lips at me before biting her bottom lip as I call for the bill. The waitress returns with the bill but seems a little confuse as to why I asked for the best table only to have less than a bottle of sparkling before leaving. We decided to leave the waitress with that little mystery as the bill was paid, and Venezia began leading me to her place.
As we get to her condo, we stumble into her door because we're too busy kissing and rubbing on each other. She stops kissing me to unlock her door but is so distracted by me nibbling on her neck that she has to turn completely around to get the door open. As soon as her back is toward me, I slide my hands downs to her thick hips, and then down further to begin rubbing the slightly moist, wrinkled spot on the front of her dress.
She gasps so hard as I lift the front of her dress and slide my fingers over the soaked spot of her panties, that she's barely able to get the door open. She turns around and pulls me into her condo and slams the door shut.
"You are such a naughty American boy."
Her eyes are filled with nothing but horny lust as she pulls my hands away from her pussy and leads me to her bedroom.
As we get to the bedroom door, I pin her against the wall next to the door, to kiss her again. She wraps her arms around my neck and tries pulling me into the bedroom, but I pin her against the wall harder.
"Not here. In the bed," she's able to groan while rubbing her legs against mine.
I lean away from her long enough to let her remove my shirt, and before I pin her up again, she leans forward and begins kissing and licking my chest. I slide my hands back down to her hips and pin her back to the wall so that I can deal with her dress. Before I can move my hands, she reaches up and pulls the top of the dress down over her shoulders, and lets it fall to her waist. Her perfect tits are so perky that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I didn't even notice.
"No. Not here. In the bedroom," she urges me again.
"The bedroom's too far away," I respond while leaning down, and kissing in between her perky mounds.
