Cool Blog: EURO SEX PARTIES - EUROSEXPARTIES wore one of the bikinis I had bought for her. It was white and sheer. Two tiny triangles of fabric clung precariously to her breasts, with only her erect nipples holding them in place. Tiny, thread-like straps snaked luxuriously up around her neck. The triangle of fabric on her cunt was just as tiny. She sat cross-legged, reading Italian Vogue and her puffy cunt lips seemed to suck at the fabric. The single strand of the g-string disappeared into the crack of her ass.
I eyed her constantly and she ignored me completely, with a faint, crooked smile barely visible on her lips. I catered to her every whim. Refilling her glass with white wine, serving her delicate sandwiches I made down in the galley.
I was aching to pull out my cock and jack off. I tried to reveal my ragged breathing and control myself, hoping she would give me the signal.
I sat motionless across from her, watching her every move. Nibbling at her nails, brushing her hair behind an ear, sliding a finger into her bikini bottom to readjust it.
Finally, she noticed me. Fixed me with those secretive eyes and a little smile. She raised her eyebrows and nodded every so slightly. The signal.
I tried not to appear too eager as I got up. As I approached her, I hastily undid my shorts. I was shirtless, my large stomach rising and falling with every desperate breath. I knelt on the bench next to her. She glanced over briefly to watch me grab my hard, thick cock and start the familiar motions. Then she merely turned her head back to her magazine and continued reading.
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